Quizically, then Angrily

Steve just stared at the letter for a while. On the one hand, he thought this clearly couldn't be true and was most likely a fucking stupid trick the girls were trying to pull. Still, he thought that the letter was written in an odd way if it was them. It was almost objectifying them, and had some sinister overtones that Steve didn't think they could make up. Or would, for that matter. It would be a pretty silly trick. He realized that someone else his roommates knew could have written it though.

After a while, Steve shrugged and walked to the kitchen to grab some water before bed. It seemed to him as if everyone else was asleep since the lights were off and it was relatively quiet. When he got to the fridge, he saw a new whiteboard hanging there with a marker hanging beneath it. He sighed and shook his head, then went to grab a cup. As he did, though, the letter nagged at him; he wanted to believe it was true, but it clearly couldn't be.

The fact it couldn't be true stirred up some anger in him, and he decided that he may as well play along and write something. It didn't matter anyways since they all seemed to hate him, or at least ignore him, and he could always just say he knew and was playing along. Letting his pent up frustrations and anger get the best of him, Steve went to the board and wrote the following rule:

Franzi must be topless.

He went back to his cup, finished getting water, and went to bed. He hoped that it would somehow work, but ultimately he knew that in the morning he'd have some serious explaining to do.