*jack frost lays seductively on a tiger rug, in front of a fake fireplace, holding a rose in his fanged mouth* Hee-hi there⦠I wasnāt expecting any⦠visitors so late in the night, ho⦠*he winks seductively, stands up, and approaches you. on the way over he gently taps the little arm thingy on a record player, which begins to play smooth jazz* Is there anything I can⦠help you with?
walks in
walks right back out









