...you get flawless skin. How do I know this? Only because that's what you-who-cannot-understand-simple-instructions have. My instructions were very clear - place A under A, B under B and so on and so forth. You don't place A under C, or B under D. And please don't give me a convoluted tale about how C was actually A, only 2 years younger. When said tale is told to me, it means I have to summon whatever willpower I have to not commit culpable homicide on you. How my co-workers can retain their good humour around you is lost on me. But so help me, I will learn even if it kills me.
I will go eat some spicy seaweed now.
