Moral of the story. Stop listening to Scratch. Stop working for him. Stop cozying up to the felt. I'm going to go have a girl's night with Snow now.
but the good doctor gave me #mydaeve and #lilman
I get the feelin' folks would be cozying up to you all more over the Felt if you also lived in some kinda big house and not. Y'know. The sewers, as far as I can tell.
I get the feeling folks would cozy up to you and not the Felt if you died. Painfully.
Eh it happened once. Didn't take. Guess I'm just too damn important to die. If I somehow did they'd have to put up a national memorial for and an annual remembrance day just in observation of such a great tragedy.
Oh, good. We cut out the middle man that way. Have your lady kill you, and that's all the problems solved.
You know I hate to say it but I think that's a genuine worry I think I should start havin'. I should buy her some flowers.