A nerd with a Star Wars problem.
“How long do I have?” “Ten.” “Ten what?” “Nine.”
Obviously the prisoner. Freedom of speech does not apply to people who can’t protect themselves.
I guess he tried to hit on a male ladybug.
Artist’s signature on a tombstone is a nice touch.
Uses: When correctly brewed, the fumes of this potion smother the heart and brain of the victim, as well as inducing murderous greed and an innate recognition of other evil minds nearby. If this mixture is drunk, the body and soul may be contorted and defaced beyond all recognition. For a therapeutic and usually short-lived bout of utter madness, simply attempt to find all the ingredients for this concoction.
Directions: In a large cauldron, bring water to a boil. Add poison toad. Wait for three meows of a brindled cat and one cry of a hedgehog. At this point a harpie may also show up and attempt to coach you. Stir in goat gall, add hemlock and yew. Insert witch’s mummy, it should fall to dust and dissolve. Add all body parts except the tiger entrails and baboon blood. Tiger entrails must be added last, and the mixture immediately removed from heat. Stir in baboon blood to aid cooling and discourage thickening.
Ingredients: 1 poisonous toad, must be collected from under a rock after exactly one month’s hibernation. 1 Fillet of swamp- dwelling snake, approximately 2 feet in length. 1 eye of a newt. 1 toe of a frog. 1 pinch fine fur of a bat, vampire bat is ideal but any variety will do. Tongue of a dog, the more aggressive the better. 1 forked end of puff adder tongue. 2 fangs of a blind snake. 1 leg of a lizard. 1 wing of a newly hatched owl. 1 scale of a dragon. 1 canine tooth from the alpha of a wolf pack. 1 mummy of an Egyptian witch. Jaws and gullet of a shark. 1 hemlock root, dug up without light. 1 liver from a blasphemous Jew. 1 bottle goat’s gall. 1 handful yew shavings, cut during a lunar eclipse. 1 Turk’s nose. 1 set Mongol’s lips. 1 finger of stillborn child, born to a prostitute in a ditch. 1 set tiger entrails. Entire blood of one baboon.
That witch lives too easy. She has not been properly corrupted. I suggest the following remedy; “A potion for general evil, from the cauldron of Hecat.”
Reminds me of Calvin and Hobbes, that time Calvin’s uncle is discussing imaginary friends: “Sometimes I think all my friends have been imaginary.”
When that maxim is enforced by law (I am assuming that’s the king’s executioner), things can go downhill fast.