“You painted the skeleton bright pink?”
“Why make a thing if it isn’t magnificent, I say.”
“And it breathes fire…somehow…without lungs?”
“And smells of strawberries, yes.”
“You painted the skeleton bright pink?”
“Why make a thing if it isn’t magnificent, I say.”
“And it breathes fire…somehow…without lungs?”
“And smells of strawberries, yes.”