You normally never really went out with LT, you were normally out partying with Red or playing video games with Blue. One day, you heard a knock at your front door. It was Lord Tourette’s. He looked pretty stressed out.

“Uhm. That DICKHEAD Broseph, burned down my fucking cottages.”

He spazzed out when he swore, like usual but you were kinda just in shock at what he just said, but also trying to contain your laughter.