i, i just am picturing this, dana and oh my god. i am dying. i can just see you whacking a stork with an umbrella and kicking at him with your flowerboots and yelling for him to get the fuck out because you don’t want a baby and no means no. and its too much for my brain. i am deadddd
ARIELLE i love you so much it hurts me, that is too accurate, COME BACK TO NORTH AMERICA SOOOON
“Stand back, villain!” cried Lady Elizabeth, wielding her parasol. “I AM A MAGICIAN!”
Dana stared at the stork, sweat standing out on her furrowed brow. The squalling abomination cradled in the huge bird’s neckerchief was seriously creeping her out, and she knew what she had to do. Fast as lightning she drew the revolver she always kept in her boot and blasted that fucker into McNuggets.