"Station management has—opened its door for the first time in my memory, and is now r-roaming the building. I don’t know exactly what management looks like, as that is when I took cover under my desk, and… I can hear only a kind of clicking footstep, and a faint hissing sound like releasing steam."
OH NO! NIGHT VALE.
The management is roaming the halls! O:
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Wow I’m so tired. My Physics lecture starts in 40 minutes, but I’m going to be too tired to understand my Prof’s heavy Russian accent.
can I just
Guys it got better.
God, did it get better.
sherlockian need a lesson on what “better” means
What’s that on the ground next to Sherlock??
OH RIGHT. IT’S MY HEART. SHATTERED INTO A MILLION TINY PIECES. Thanks for finding it for me.
THE EXCEPTION IS JOHN
THE EXCEPTION IS ALWAYS JOHN
It’s okay I didn’t need my heart anyways.
CAN YOU NOT
So Gandalf and Peregrin rode to the Great Gate of the Men of Gondor at the rising of the sun, and its iron doors rolled back before them.
If you’re like me, you’re probably wondering how you got here. You’re splattered in blue laundry detergent, staring at the mirror, a look of startled suprise frozen on your face like an idiot because you’re afraid that if you move, a glob of blue goop will slide in your mouth.