"I hate it." Well, that response sure was automatic, but who can blame him? Glitter is worse than sand, and everyone knows how annoying sand is. And it will, indeed, linger in the den for the rest of forever.

He tries in vain to shake some of it off his hands, and although he can't see himself, he'd be pleased to know that his outfit makes his scowl look a little demonic. "I look like a sparkly sideshow. If I'd known this was gonna be a Miss America pageant I woulda told all of you to go fuck yourselves a lot sooner."