"Get out of my living room!" I shrieked, pointing the banana defensively in front of me, as the weird tattooed monk guy with a stick came out of nowhere. He was followed by three more people, wearing odd clothes. Familiar, yet still odd. "Excuse me miss, we mean no harm--," the loopy-haired girl tried to approach me. The weirdo is going to karate-chop me to death! "No!" I protested, trembling. "Get out! My home is no cosplay convention!" ←↓→ Copyright UnicornPandaMuke 2015-2016