Simon forgot your birthday. 'Too focused on saving the nation', he claimed. Okay, well, you're petty.

So today, you made him wear a big dress alongside you—including a tiara that barely fit and heels that almost cost him his ankles.

"It's a princess party," he realized as he studied his reflection in the mirror and the decorated and very pink room.

"This," Simon said with a sigh, "is undoubtedly a new low for my masculinity. Do not make me face Gaz, Soap and Price like this. I beg."