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Continued. Long story transposed as follows:

Aaro: "And why am I in this ridiculous position?"
HDS/MT: "Iss so you can be a nudity AND school appropriate!"
Aaro: "*'I may gut you soon' stare*"
HDS/MT: "Hee!"
Aaro: "*'I -will- gut you' glare*"
HDS/MT: "*'blithely ignoring death threats' expression*"
HDS/MT: "You're thinking of punching me out, aren't you?"
Aaro: "Yes."
HDS/MT: "Caaaan't."
Aaro: "I wasn't -going- to, you ignorant brat-"
HDS/MT: "'Cos your forearms are Superglued to your legs."
Aaro: "And furthermore-"
". . ."
Aaro: "Waitafuck... what?"
HDS/MT: "Superglue!"
Aaro: "You're fucking kidding."
HDS/MT: "Nope."
Aaro: "When?"
HDS/MT: "However long it takes for Superglue to dry."
Aaro: "How?!"
HDS/MT: "Authorial decision backed by artist's authority."
Aaro: "You -bitch-!"
HDS/MT: "Nyaaha!"
Aaro: "Well, this is one of the more humiliating things I've encountered in my lifetime."
HDS/MT: "Dude, you slept with one of your best friends. How much worse does it get?"
Aaro: "Thanks. I really needed to be reminded."
HDS/MT: "Aww, cheer up, emo-kid."
Stool legs: "Snap!"
Aaro: "!"
HDS/MT: "?"
LULZ, CRASH!
And thus follows a long scene involving discussions as to how it looks like he's a-grabbin hisself, how much he'd like to gut something, and "What the -fuck- are you writing on my ass?!". Oh, and how she's sittin' on his back to save his butt from rapists.
We got him back on the stool.
Aaro: "*part of his lower back and one butt-cheek inscribed with "Itz a butt', and the other part of his lower back looking to read 'THE EN'* Th'fuck is it now?!"
HDS/MT: "*Pffft, snickersnerk*"

Aaro, HDS/MT, this wot's it (c) me. Don't take, because that would prove you to not be in your right mind, and that would mean I'd have to build a time-machine and send you back to an insane asylum before all the reformations and whatnot. Those weren't fun places. No happy pills at -all-. D:

Crap, I'm making far too light of a horrible situation. D:

Description
Continued. Long story transposed as follows:

Aaro: "And why am I in this ridiculous position?"
HDS/MT: "Iss so you can be a nudity AND school appropriate!"
Aaro: "*'I may gut you soon' stare*"
HDS/MT: "Hee!"
Aaro: "*'I -will- gut you' glare*"
HDS/MT: "*'blithely ignoring death threats' expression*"
HDS/MT: "You're thinking of punching me out, aren't you?"
Aaro: "Yes."
HDS/MT: "Caaaan't."
Aaro: "I wasn't -going- to, you ignorant brat-"
HDS/MT: "'Cos your forearms are Superglued to your legs."
Aaro: "And furthermore-"
". . ."
Aaro: "Waitafuck... what?"
HDS/MT: "Superglue!"
Aaro: "You're fucking kidding."
HDS/MT: "Nope."
Aaro: "When?"
HDS/MT: "However long it takes for Superglue to dry."
Aaro: "How?!"
HDS/MT: "Authorial decision backed by artist's authority."
Aaro: "You -bitch-!"
HDS/MT: "Nyaaha!"
Aaro: "Well, this is one of the more humiliating things I've encountered in my lifetime."
HDS/MT: "Dude, you slept with one of your best friends. How much worse does it get?"
Aaro: "Thanks. I really needed to be reminded."
HDS/MT: "Aww, cheer up, emo-kid."
Stool legs: "Snap!"
Aaro: "!"
HDS/MT: "?"
LULZ, CRASH!
And thus follows a long scene involving discussions as to how it looks like he's a-grabbin hisself, how much he'd like to gut something, and "What the -fuck- are you writing on my ass?!". Oh, and how she's sittin' on his back to save his butt from rapists.
We got him back on the stool.
Aaro: "*part of his lower back and one butt-cheek inscribed with "Itz a butt', and the other part of his lower back looking to read 'THE EN'* Th'fuck is it now?!"
HDS/MT: "*Pffft, snickersnerk*"

Aaro, HDS/MT, this wot's it (c) me. Don't take, because that would prove you to not be in your right mind, and that would mean I'd have to build a time-machine and send you back to an insane asylum before all the reformations and whatnot. Those weren't fun places. No happy pills at -all-. D:

Crap, I'm making far too light of a horrible situation. D: