Monday, August 18, 2025

 

Mo, I don’t kite conspiracies, nor bake noon blue apples, and I haven’t set one foot through the gates of the Chapel Perilous, yet, I’d venture to say that you’re a cool gal. 

- Lord Piddlepuck 

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