WH-WHAT? BUT-BUT!
IT'S JACK AND I, WHO'S SHIT WILL ALWAYS AND FOREVER UNTUCKED.
IT'S JACK'S GODDAMNED FUCKING TEASING THAT PUSHES ME TO POST LIKE I DI, AND I AM NOT SO SURE HE CAN BE TRUSTED TO POST ON HIS OWN, SO I PESTER HIM.
OUR SHIT.
OUR UNTUCKED SHIT.
LAID OUT BARE FOR YOU ALL TO SEE. LIKE A BROKEN MIRROR IMAGE OF YOURSELF WHEN YOU WERE YOUNGER, AND DIDN'T KNOW THE WORLD YET. LIKE A JOB, WHICH IS SO MENIAL, AND YET, YOU COME BACK, DAY AFTER DAY, BECAUSE OF THE VIEW THERE. LIKE TAHAN WITHOUT ONE OF HIS MILDLY CONFUSING POSTS, WHERE YOU'RE NOT SURE WHO'S THE ONE IN THE WRONG.
LIKE A SAINT WITHOUT A COMBAT CRUCIFIX.
OR ASMO, WITHOUT HIS SARCASM AND SPITE.
Our fully untucked shit. ALL of our fully untucked shit.
That scares the otters.