Talk:Hobgoblin/@comment-25113070-20140806113555/@comment-25035274-20140819164947

First I wonder what the hell she was doing that caused ALL of her wardrobe to malfunction at once.

Then I come bursting out of the brush with an ax-crazy look on my face and...

Wait, no, no, that was a different situation. Anywho. I step out of the brush and offer her my own cord-rope-thing. She can tie up whatever she chooses(as long as it isn't me). I'd then offer to help her get home because I'm not an unfeeling ass.

What? Just because I think they're dumb as a sack of bricks doesn't mean I'd leave one stranded out in the middle of nowhere. Who do I look like? House?