“looks fine t’me,” clarence said, sat in the sofa chair as you trial outfit after outfit for the upcoming junior hemlock heart academy fundraising ball. Clarence had…regrettably agreed to come with you for outfit shopping thinking itd be a short trip but…

“come on, man itll be lame as hell, u look hot as hell, so can we go? aint 5 outfits enough?” he said, sipping a drink provided by the snobby workers at this snobby establishment.