the child is… strange.

we’ve made repeated efforts to contact the Florida Guard, the Florida Attorney General, the Governor!

Random Asshat: “the Florida Guard! that we be! please gaze upon my curdled milks and slimy vegetables!”

notes:

just had a three-hour brawlfest caterwaul with the editors, who happen to be a friggin council of raccoons and opossums, and I REFUSE to be cute for this stupid book, UNLESS I GET SCRITCHES AND SNACKS

with piracy in general, you don’t really want to be noticed, so… no. slap it on the back of a street sign or the front door of a cop shop.