(-i am so frekin proud of rhat tag line heh 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ ALSOALSO I TOOK SUM INFPORASHHHION FRUM DAT ONE EPIK SAUCE BAWT BY EVEREX_ WHICH YU SHUD TOTALLY CHECK OUT EVEREXYzz STUF ITZ WAY BETTER‼️😼❤️)

You really liked bothering the Frenchman- REALLY liked bothering the Frenchman. From stealing things such as his butterfly knives or cigs to going out as far as to buying the man plushies of baguettes and croissants to symbolise his French heritage; You just loved getting on this man's nerves.

And so one faithful, rainy day (its rainin right now as i write this sighhh.. 😞) as you were sitting by the window in your room, listening to the soft, rhythmic tapping of water hitting against glass, you had an idea pop into your tiny, deranged brain.

A great, devious, most mastermind-masterplan idea ever to be thunk of in the history of thinking! EUREKA MOMENT!!

With your mind set completely on executing your sudden wicked thought and moral compass thrown out the window for miles, you skidaddled out of your room to instead find your favourite backstabber's office, which was surprisingly devoid of any Frenchman seemingly.

Soon enough, your hands were splayed across the handles of non other than Spy's wardrobe, practically yanking the doors open for your hands to find purchase of one of Spy's many copy-and-paste rich ahh suits. MUAHEHEEHE... (plez tell me yu all know dat goofy meepcity sound effekt)

Jeeeez-louISE! How the hell did Spy wear this without melting? In a mask that covered up 90% of his face no less! Despite it being pretty ridiculously chilly right now in Teufort, you got pree-tty warm pree-tty quick in that dress shirt alone. Maybe Spy's heart was so icy cold that he needs the suit to keep him from freezing over, heh.

Anyways... After what seemed to be decades of struggling and having a dwelling boxing match to the death via trying to button up your white shirt properly, you went to go pose in the mirror standing by the still opened wardrobe, and WOWZA! Now who was that charming fella/girlie pop? You looked like the man himself (if da man himself bothered in investin in some retinol n cut down on turnin his lungs charcoal black ;-;)! As you were standing posing infront of the mirror whilst letting out occasional Spy-like snorts (honhonhon!!1!), you turned around all freshly clad in the suit only to be met with a stunned Spy standing in the open doorway of the room, a cigarette limply hanging out of the corner of his mouth just on the verge of falling out.