>>16560816You decide to withhold popping and squeezing your face because that's the part of your body that everyone looks at and if you fuck up, you're just plain fucked. But just for pre-caution's sake, you stick a hand up your jacket and shirt, feeling around your back for any of that dreaded shit they call 'bacne'.
No one looks at your back.
"Euuugh....EUUUUGH...IT FEELS LIKE THERE'S FUCKING BARNACLES ON MY BACK! SOMEONE GET A SHOVEL!"
The old lady takes a peek up your jacket and shudders with pure disgust, "Agh...That is repulsive! Oh child, it looks you have a cystic minefield up there!"
"I'LL FUCKING SAY! This BURNS! BUTTER DOES THIS TO TEENAGERS, HOW DID YOU NOT KNOW THAT!?"
The old lady shrugs, "Sorry, I haven't been a child in such time. Oh! Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is
Drasna!"
"Drasna? That name sounds familiar..." you note aloud as you scrape your back-barnacles.
"Oh, does it? You must have heard of my organization, then!"
"Organization?"
"Indeed, you see, I am the president and founder of the-"
A) AAA - Ara Ara Association
B) SOCCK - Saucy Old Club for Cougars (the K is silent)
C) FFCC - Forbidden-Fruit Cake Club
