For some insane reason unbeknownst to anybody else at the camp, you decide to have a complete hissy fit. It just so happens that there is a custom hissy fit tailor on the campgrounds and you are the first person to ever step foot in his place. "Well hello there sonny boy! What can I do for you today?" the old man says in an extremely overexcited manner. Keep in mind though, this guy doesn't get many customers, so he's just thrilled to have some human contact... even if it is from your worthless excuse for a personality.

"Hi. I'm here for a custom hissy fitting. Do you think you have anything in my size?"

"Hmmmmmmm, let me see here, I don't know..." He then busts out a ruler and starts writing down measurements on his notepad. After doing some advanced mathematics in his head (at least, you HOPE that's what he was doing because he was staring at your crotch with determination the entire time) he proclaims, "You're in luck! I think I have just the thing for you! Wait right here and I'll be back in a jiffy!"

The old man walks off into the back room and then begins to make all sorts of loud clanking noises and he even curses quite a few times in Spanish. Well, you don't speak Spanish, but he sounded pretty pissed off back there so you can only assume he was cursing. But hey, that's completely irrelevant to the story anyway, now isn't it? Right.

As you stand out in the main area waiting for the old tailor guy, you begin to wonder to yourself... "Say, why did I decide to get a custom hissy fit anyway? I've never had one before, why do I need to start now? Hey, come to think of it, I don't even know what a custom hissy fitting is! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME!?"

Unfortunately, before you're able to answer these questions, the old man emerges from the back room with handfuls of deadly snakes that are hissing their venomous little heads off. He attaches them one-by-one, fangs first, to your body and you scream in pain as the venom enters your blood stream. The last thing you hear him say before you pass out into oblivion is, "I always had a suspicion that this custom hissy fit tailoring might've been a bad business model, but now I see it's really catching on with you young hipsters! It's time for me to take my business global!" And with that, you die. Covered in snakes, you die.

SINCE THAT OUTFIT DIDN'T WORK OUT,
MAYBE YOU'D LIKE TO TRY ON A "START OVER!"