So, I'm a weirdo as most of you know and I live with a fairly sane roomie who at this point probably has had enough of my shit.
Last night, I was giggling maniacally to myself thinking about funny stuff for this role play and the characters (ex. A fanfic writing demon who ships more than FedEx and is every bodies go to for quality shipping of literally anyone in the Underworld)

Anyhow, roomie walks past my room, peeking in curiously wondering what the heck I was up to (I'm not someone you should leave alone for too long. Things may explode.)

Roomie thinks she's funny, asks "Oh Jesus, I'm afraid to find out what evil plan you've birthed from your mind vagina now."
I turn to her, stone faced. I reply. "Hey now, how do you know my mind vagina is a mammal? Maybe it hatched an evil master plan."

Roomie looks at me dead square without blinking for a few seconds, sighs and shakes her head, then walks to her own room.

One day she will actually send me to a mental hospital, I swear.