"All right, I have the chain, I killed my pet deer, and I've shaved all my body hair. Tell me what to do next," Ambrose asked his three imaginary friends.
Johann began to think that this sweat lodge experience was going to be more than he had bargained for. At the very least, he hoped, it would help with his body hair issues.
With her plot to kill him already teetering out of control, Queen Bathilde tried to get the King to take his seat, although she knew that everyone was already aware of the elephant in the room.
Archimedes reflected that the worst part of the custodial handoff for the weekend was having to deal once again with the craziness of his ex-wife, as he explained for the umpteenth time that he was not going to use the compass and the square for discipline.
"OK, guys... oh, wow, what was in that drink?... Guys, what was that safe word thing again? Guys? Hey, wait, that doesn't feel... ohhhh... I think I'm... ahhhh... "
After a while, Betty began to wonder what was in those shortbreads Marjorie shared with her, because her neighbor seemed more attractive than she had ever known her to be before.
As she posed for her official portrait, Queen Philippa thought once again that although he was part of her husband's family crest, the sloth was just damned creepy.
It wasn't until after she decapitated him that Leander realized that the correct answer to Urania's "Does this orb make my ass look fat?" was not the first one that came to mind.
Agatha never could understand why she continued to play hide-n-seek with the human children. They always hid in places too small for her hands to reach, and besides, they never allowed her to eat anyone she found.
As the music picked up speed and the hellebore kicked in, Reginald knew that it was only a matter of time before he was naked. Hopefully, this time it wouldn't be on Trafalgar Square.