Just as Mello finished, he got up and ran back inside muttering “I got to go find some black paint and my bazooka gun. Someone has to teach those Care Bears a lesson they'll never forget!”
Matt looked over to Near and whispered, “I think he's the one that should go to a bedlam, not Raito.” All Near did was nod."
Je suis morte de rire mais à tous les coups avec cette fic. Elle date et je l'avais déjà postée l'an dernier, mais sérieusement je m'en lasserai jamais.