Showdown at noon
Ciel: Sebastian, go fix the fitted sheet on my bed.
Sebastian: *bows* Yes, my lord. *walks in and narrows his eyes* [Whipping cracking sound] [Western music plays as a tumbleweed blows across the bed.]
Bard: Don't do it, partner. We already lost one!
Meyrin: X.X
Sebastian: I gotta, masters orders. *checks his watch and pulls at his glove*
Bard: *tips his hat to him and backs off*
Servants: *peer inside shaking as he paces toward the bed* [Clock strikes noon.]
Who do you think will win?











