The old, balding, shriveled up child predator turned stiffly towards the exit. His unnaturally held pincer-like hands swung back and forth as he carefully strode toward the curtains, refusing all questions and shuffling off with a dull, fixed expression on his face.
The press, undeterred, shouted questions at him, imploring him to respond.
Suddenly, he stopped and stiffly turned his neck toward the clamoring voices and his squinty eyes opened wider and a broad, crooked grin spread across his face.He held that expression of pleasure and turned back toward the exit, leaving the press corps with a clear, but unspoken answer.
Bro either went full Dark Brandon or pooped his pants. Hard to tell!
He’s NOT even trying to hide it anymore.
The depths of evil in that demented mind would make Satan proud.
Classic definition of "dupers delight" right there.
IF THE STORY WERE TOLD AS WE SAW IT:
The old, balding, shriveled up child predator turned stiffly towards the exit. His unnaturally held pincer-like hands swung back and forth as he carefully strode toward the curtains, refusing all questions and shuffling off with a dull, fixed expression on his face.
The press, undeterred, shouted questions at him, imploring him to respond.
Suddenly, he stopped and stiffly turned his neck toward the clamoring voices and his squinty eyes opened wider and a broad, crooked grin spread across his face. He held that expression of pleasure and turned back toward the exit, leaving the press corps with a clear, but unspoken answer.
Smile and off to group his grand daughter.
*grope
[they]'re REALLY gonna be shocked come Nov 5th. Hahahahahaha
Maybe ShitPants was just happy that he found his way out by himself.