“Your the masked stranger from the ball!” I gasped.

He smiled, “Oh aren’t you clever, are you a detective?”

My eyes widened, “Your quoting Family Guy! I love family guy! Wait…I have one…”

“Okay…” He replied tenatively.

“Oh mother I have a gift. I’ll give you a hint, its in my diaper and it’s not a toaster.”

“That’s digusting!”

“I thought you liked Family Guy!”

“I never said such a thing. You said it.”

Tears welled up. He was so cute, but was he playing games with me? Was this just one giant game to him?

I kicked him hard, in the nuts. He went down in a crumbled heap of sobbing man-child. I stood over him, “Next time, don’t mess with the head of the Family Guy Fan Club!”