His new sweater in tow, Thackery stepped through the first mirror, excitedly approaching one of the least weird mirrors in the space. He tugged the multicolored alpaca wool piece over his head, smoothed it out, and-

Good Jack, who was that Handsome Hades over there?

He reached out to touch this gorgeous boil - just once! - and his fingers smashed against the glass of the mirror in front of him. Frowning, he tried again, and again. And then tried to walk around the mirror, which didn't seem to have much of an effect.

Frustrated, he sat down in front of the mirror and scowled, admiring that sexy pout coming from the boil across from him. He'd just...he'd just kiss it away, because that wasn't assault. Leaning forward, he puckered up, and met the glass of the mirror again.

Jackdamnit.

Wait.

He waved his hand. The boil waved his hand. He waved his other hand. Same result. This beautiful creature was hit twin.

No, no, that wasn't right. He tried the hand thing again, and was met with a brief moment of clarity: it was him! How had he never realized how irresistibly attractive he was?! Why was everyone not throwing themselves at him?

Though he hated to part with his reflection, he sure liked to watch himself leave.

The boil in the mirror blew him a kiss when he finally stopped looking.