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

First I wonder what the hell she was doing that cause 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.

Aaaaaaand that's as far as I can predict.