Is that a Satsuma in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?
So, last night I was cold and put on my robe – this happens a couple of times a year (usually I don’t get undressed until I’m ready to climb straight into bed – robe? I don’t need no stinkin’ robe!) I was surprised to find a cat toy, a scrap of paper with a very cryptic note on it, a ticket stub and a piece of peppermint candy… I’m guessing the pocket elves were busy.
All that being said what would Napoleon or Illya find in the pockets of their robes? A bit of plastic explosive, a piece of fruit, (“He eats in his sleep?” “Sometimes…” And stop right there, Miss Sparky), something more *um* intimate, or just plain WTF?
Be serious, be silly, it’s up to you, cousins…
All that being said what would Napoleon or Illya find in the pockets of their robes? A bit of plastic explosive, a piece of fruit, (“He eats in his sleep?” “Sometimes…” And stop right there, Miss Sparky), something more *um* intimate, or just plain WTF?
Be serious, be silly, it’s up to you, cousins…