Ran upstairs and got the cream and scrubbed like a possessed man and it came off. Phew.
That was a Luke-y escape.
I was a bard in skyrim singing this story but then I took an arrow to the knee....
Pumping with adrenaline over a case?
Never fire a gun man, you may explode.
Ran upstairs and got the cream cleaner and scrubbed like a possessed man and it came off. Phew.
I think this is a case of quick to the internets gone mad.