Jace thinks, sighing, "You have to wear my boxers, no pants, for the rest of the game. You can keep your shirt and everything on, but you have to have nothing but my boxers on the bottom."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
He began to wonder why he had felt uneasy at all. It was like a man wondering in broad daylight why a dream had appeared so terrible to him at night. — Chinua Achebe, Things Fall Apart