Don’t lie one of the best things in this damn film was how Fred’s butler literally couldn’t give less of a fuck about anythingTied up? Run around by a girl in a super suit? Whatever.Marshmallow man wants a bro fist? Makes the weirdest frickin noise? No shits given.
Theoretically every single gem in existence could fuse if they all got into one massive conga line
I’m starting a non-profit that will give young men any book besides 1984. Literally any other book. For the love of god, read a second book.