It was whilst myself and The Baker were making second breakfast, in my humble ever belly-rumbling opinion the most important meal of the day, that Middlebro decided his nipples were too hairy. He then proceeded to cut them, whilst standing over the bin, despite our protests and the smell of the chocolate melting into the pastries in the oven.
We were told it was not something to be upset about as it was ”only” me and The Baker there, and besides, the hairs were falling directly into the waste disposal area.
This was my first time staying in their new abode and it may be my last as I was distinctly told not to blog about this. I told Middlebro not to interfere with my rights as an artist and then we both laughed.