Tag: Caitlin Broke

“Watcher, it’s so damn hot. Breathing hurts. Maybe I should take this off…”

“… But… If I take it off, I’m gonna have to look at my boobs until I’m probably 30!”

“But it hurts… It’d be a good time for a shoulder angel and devil right about now.”

*cough**cough*

“Reneeeeeeeee? Are you smoking? Everyone can hear you coughing and I’ve always wanted to try-”

“Cait don’t come i-”

“Ummm… What happened to your chest and why do you look like you’re about to die?”

“I told you not to come in here! J-Just… Just don’t tell mom or dad, okay?”

“Hmmmmm….”

“Pleeeeaaaaase?”

“How abooooouuuut… No.”

“What!? Why not?”

“Because you could, like, end up in the hospital!”

“But what about my chest?”

“Wait, that’s what this rib-cage crushing is about?”

“Well, duh.”

“Okay, think about it like this. You’re giving up breathing to get rid of your boobs, right?”

“Not exactly, but…”

“Okay, would you or would you not spend a day with, like, 50 cats if it meant your boobs disappearing.”

“Eeeuuughh… Oh, Watcher, no! I don’t wanna die!”

“Then take the bandages off.”

“So, Cait, what did you get on the SimMerican History test?”

“A D+! Ugh, Tycho, why is Mrs. Landgraab so mean?”

“I don’t think she’s mean. I got an A, and the test wasn’t that hard.”

“Well, duh, your dad is, like, a psychic tyranist! No wonder you’re so smart!”

“… A psychiatrist.”

“Yeah, that! Tutor me, pleeeeaaaase.”