Please note, this will eventually become a bit for a webcomic, but for the moment I want to stick it here so I don’t lose it. I’m interested in your thoughts. Who is Becky? Glad you asked: take a look for yourself.
“There’s something I want to tell you.”
She looked him long and hard in the eyes, flaring that don’t-mess-with-me glare.
“There’s something I want to tell you, but you have to promise not to freak out. You won’t be mad, you won’t run away screaming, you won’t hit me. You especially won’t curse my future generations nor my ability to procreate.”
“Are you quite done?”
He nervously panned from left to right, thought hard and said, “Yes.”
She smirked, “So, what is it?”
“There’s something stuck in your teeth.”
Raising an eyebrow, she walked towards him. While he flinched in expectant fear, she merely grabbed the collar of his shirt, roughly brushed off her teeth, and neatly arranged his collar. She walked away to the sound of his writhing in agony as he freaked out.