Talk:Gremlin/@comment-26376061-20170304152219/@comment-30014014-20170307230429

A hidden wrath behind my mask, I digress as I walk toward the bed "Sure thing ol' pal. I have no reason to think you may have something to hide from me". Standing before said bed, I turn back to her, making my back face the bed itself. She, of course, continues to smile an innocent grin.

Crossing my arms, I let myself fall back on the bed...only for a brief flash of light and butterflies to envelop us both. I find myself standing near the bed, watching the shocked still gremlin trying to process what just happened. Buzz and mechanical sounds are soon heard as arms extend to bind her in place. Followed by an assortment of 'questionable' tools and toys all pointed down at the gremlin who became increasingly worried. "Hold on...this bed isn't made for women"

Too little too late, as the machinery quickly began working on her, albeit bluntly. Her gasps for a rest is constantly denied. And there I am, just wondering how she managed to fit all of these under the bed. I proceed to check under the bed, shielded in a distorted intangibility as 'liquid' poured aside in an excessive amount.