I've always wondered what they call french toast in France.
Since everyone is gone...
I guess it's safe for me to change as well.
*feels defiant*
*rips skirt up to crotch, revealing knives strapped to each thigh*
But! That was my bestest kilt!
*pulls knife out of thigh-holster thingee, *
*places whip back on hip*
*double checks revolver*
I'm good.
*places whip back on hip*
*double checks revolver*
I'm good.