Unless my eyes are deceiving me, I see the metal beast you replaced your horse with, resting on top of what was meant to be my supper - I demand explanation!
Yes, my lord.
(ehh, a bit of Black Butler inspiration)
• previously ChildOfNowhere - they/them - literary fantasy with a fairytale flavour
How can I be king of the world? Because I am king of rubbish. And rubbish is what the world is made of. — Kate DiCamillo, The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane
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