I like your classy pince-nez sunglasses.
Just because it’s an apocalypse doesn’t mean you can’t look stylish! I’m pretty sure that’s what the Matrix: Reloaded was about, anyway…
cspainey said:  The ship's intercom sparked to life, and the voice of Mordin Solus wafted meatily through Shepard's quarters. "Shepard," he said, "I've analysed the science tests, and the results are clear; if you and Garrus intend to bone down, you will indeed need to do it SUPER hard." Shepard looked at Mordin's voice through the intercom, her face a mask of the purest resolve, and replied, "I will do this thing. I will bone down superhard."
I wrote my fiancée some Mass Effect smut fiction, and I don’t want to oversell it, but move over Shakespeare.
cspainey said:  "No!" Garrus interjected, peeping out from his little blanket fort over on Shepard's bed. Standing suddenly, the blankets flowing around him like some sort of magnificent sexy bedcape, he gazed into Shepard's eyes. "WE will bone down superhard. TOGETHER" Shepard gazed back with a smile. "Man, he has a janky face," she thought. "I'm gonna go to town on it. SUPERHARD." And they did, and it was awesome, forever. [THE END]
If anyone’s interested, this fanfic is titled “Superhard” and you can just go ahead and give me my Pulitzer whenever thanks.