So, you ever have one of those conversations that started out fairly innocent and then got incredibly weird just a bit too fast? And it was mostly your fault?
Oh well. Here's what happened:
(Also, just some quick background knowledge for those not familiar with The Game)
There is something terribly wrong with me. The only way this differs from reality is that Sacha was slightly less terrified of me. And my hair is not pink. Sadness.
BACK TO THESIS!!
This is Sugary Cynic, makin her Serious Thrusting Face. 'Night!