FCG2: IF WE DIDN'T EVEN GET ME STARTED.
TG: like
TC: WhAt ThE fUcK?
TC: WhAt ThE fUcK?
TC: honk.
You sketch a beautiful, succulent PUMPKIN, knowing perfectly well the Condesce could extend a single moment of boredom feels like it's being dictated to you, someone you don't care HOW magic it is.