Prom night.
Tears on Vitch's face. Lass' hand held firmly... by a women.
Two x chromosomes was all it took. Vitch cried until he could no longer produce tears, only
blood. But Lass would come around. No matter how dire the situation, a positive occurrence must follow.
"Dude, I crashed my car yesterday! I wanna
cry!"
"It's okay bro! Lass will love
Vitch again!"
Lass' lips may have been tainted by that of a
female, but no matter. Lass will love Vitch again!