Talk:Demon/@comment-26948101-20151005210139/@comment-25799194-20151009154652

I'd look at her. Then blink. Then slap myself. Then look at her again. "You can't be real. I know you can't be real because I've read all about you on the internet, in the Monster Girl Encyclopedia. I've fantasised about you. So this. This cannot be real. I'll prove it! If this isn't real, then that means..."

I put down my fiddle and put my hands together. "KaaaaameeeehaaaameeeHAAA!"

Nothing happens.

I stand there awkwardly, then scratch the back of my head. "Crap, this is still real. And that means you're real... and I just... confessed to fantasising about you... and... crap."

(This is what happens when you set the challenge in the real world :P)