Simpbur had never felt so excited for one specific day before. He'd bought the nicest hair products he could buy, instead of his horrendous 2-1 shampoo. He wore the nicest outfit he could find, which in his case was the one that was the least stained.

He stood waiting in your queue a few hours later at Twitchcon, his palms clammy and breath ragged. You were standing only a few feet away from him, greeting fan after fan. He calmed his raging jealosy, knowing he would soon be next.