Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160727055038/@comment-26517142-20160729122812

Unsure of what to do with the deathly lack box in my hand, I seal it shut as fast as Pandora would with the forbidden chest. My apparent actions attract Ozma.

"Dear? What is that? Another wedding present?"

"NOTHING!" I smile unwittingly. "Nothing is here. Exceot a box. In a cox. With a - outta rhymes, shoot."

"Give me that!"

"I highly disagree!" I pull the box from her prying fingers. Out comes the butler tux and the dress. SHe  raises an eyebrow.

"Hmm? That look awfully something. (inspects dress) If I put it n, what would happen next then?"

(ULP.)