*Lostchad walks out of bathroom with a smirk on his face, he goes to shake kettleloser's hand. He firmly grips her spaghetti fingers with his well toned ones. He stares her right in the eyes for a moment, asserting his dominance. Lostchad leans in as kettle♥♥♥♥♥ cowers in fear, his immaculate lips only an inch from her floppy ear.* "It's ok, I didn't make contact." *She finally noticed, his hand was as dry as her humor, Mr Lostchad Chadlington hadn't dirtied his hands with the filthy Michigan tap water. He then hoped on his motorcycle with the hottest ♥♥♥♥♥ in the state and drove off into the sunset.*