you got me a one-way ticket to the special hell as a present? - don't even front, you love it! Besides, if I'm going down, I'm taking my f-list with me...

But, um, then you go and quote stuff at me and that makes me shuffle my feet and squirm and generally behave like a girl on a first date... That is to say: thank you! I'm wholly pleased with the oxygen-depraved giddiness.

...so, you liked the messing of clothes bit then, heh?