This... ‘stuff’? Oh... ok. I see, you think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet and you select out, oh I don’t know, that lumpy blue sweater, for instance, because you’re trying to tell the world that you take yourself too seriously to care about what you put on your back. But what you don’t know is…

I’m surprised because, for one shining moment, he didn’t have the smallest hands in the room.

don’t forget about the blood coming out of his whatever

Somewhere out there, E.L. James just preordered this and opened a new Word doc.