Article 47, section 5 of the bylaws decrees that on days when the king (or queen)’s throne goes mobile and the royal retinue is compelled to travel, the kingsguard (or queensguard) must be arrayed in a force no less than two, and as always must remain ever-watchful at all times for threats to the king (or queen) — but neither are they required to match in color, be it of leash or of fur. Look, that’s what it says right here. It’s in the bylaws! Get your own copy, then.
All we ask for in this life is someone we can come home to on a rainy day who’ll sit by the table while we eat our tomato soup & grilled cheese and be perfectly content with our mere presence. Or that’s all I ask for, at least. Look, can I rent your dog is what I’m gettin’ at. I’ve got twenty bucks right here.
You’d better come back later for your daily dose of forest wisdom, kid. Moro saw some shit back in the day and hasn’t really worked through it yet.
Just because your proper English butler got reincarnated in the form of a dog and can’t dress in a tuxedo or drive a car like he used to is no reason to believe he can’t still be of the utmost service, is all I’m sayin’.
Some ghosts, when they appear at the foot of your bed, will scare the living shit out of you. Other ghosts, well, they do the exact opposite.
Alarm bells are ringing all over the world. He can hear them. He can hear the frantic commotion of signals. Maydays bounced from satellites. SOS. SOS. Airwaves jammed with cries for help.
They need him.
They need the Justice League.
From now on, instead of telling people to “just relax” or “chill out,” we’re going to hold up this picture and point at it with our other hand without saying anything. Cool? Cool.