“Dear person checking behind the curtain for serial killers, DO YOU MIND?!? Sincerely, serial killer trying to take a shower”
[AN: That’s practically a story on its own.]
Hannibal shrieked and hid his junk with the shower rose. And both hands. “What the hell, Will?”
“Sorry. It’s this place. It’s like I'm compelled to check the shower curtains for serial killers.”
“Well, there’s just me. Do you mind?”
“Sorry. Sorry. I’ll go check the broom closets again. Sorry.”
He sighed. What else could he expect when they were staying at the Bates Motel?
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