Walking to the grocery store, the wind is bitter and nipping. I shove my hands deep into the pockets of my winter coat, seeking warmth. But instead, I find something cold and calculating, and pull it out to see what it is. Scowling and angry, he's been lying in wait.
Ah well, he's not nearly so threatening without his mask anyhow. Perhaps the mask is looming in wait in my medicine cabinet. In the meantime, at least I have a flashlight if I need one (Darth's feet light up).
Hey readers, found anything skulking in your pockets lately?