I read quite a bit of it and then stopped. I distinctly recall the bits about the leading on the church, Varney being shot with a ye olde pistol, and the 'Hello, I am Sir Francis Varney and I am just in the neck I mean neighbourhood I mean Flora' moment.

It’s in the alt text.

You either just cast the most mild Bless or the least harsh Curse from D&D. Either way, I'll take it, and I ain't even in the States!

Well, that'll do it.

You got me, Bob. You got me good. Oof. 🥺 I haven't seen it yet but I'm not the type that minds spoilers.

Going to grab some tea now.

Damn my hallucinating brain!

Remember that time you subbed in for the right leg on Voltron?

Yeah. That. That did it. I don't make the rules.

Learned to fly in one of those. First lesson? How to gently bank right in a circle so the instructor could watch the Nottingham Forest soccer match.

😞

And it is because I can imagine this, voice and all, that I curse you. Eww! 🫣

I had Tyrannix! Distinct memories of how he slotted together. Oof, I’m fuggin’ ancient…

*broad Yorkshire accent* DOES YER MEOWTH NEED ‘IS BALLS OFF THEN, LOVE?

…I’ll get me coat.

What, no foreword by Rob Liefeld?

Why you stand behind me and ask me if this are good place to hide?

How dare you! You dare how! ...yes, you find. Hmph. You go hide. I count to... many.

Caveman voice: WHAT ARE LOCK? HOW IT DO? THINK MAKE BRAIN HURT!

I have enjoyed it, and I thank you. Pantsless Man, borrowing the abilities of... literally any animal, none of them wear pants.

Thank you missus! 🙂