flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
These are the ones you haven’t seen yet, right? Right? Oh, god, I can’t tell anymore because my brain is filled up with all the ways I might murder our designer and get away with it. So far ‘
throwing her in standing nearby while she accidentally falls in the bayou and is eaten by ducks’ is winning, though I’m awfully fond of ‘sneezing while holding a knife and accidentally stabbing her in the face’.
That’s a smart answer to a tricky quisteon