Oh ya, that guy does a l o t of rhino horn.

Hang on... that's passive aggression.

But if we could all just... maybe... talk it through.

KILL ME YOU FOOKIN CUNTS!

Fucking love the beard, mate.

I'm n o r m a l secretive!

Shut up. You're an idiot. And you're banished.

I’m gonna catch some fishies!

My fangs. In case I have to chew through some poor fucker's throat. I'm getting too old for the hand-to-hand violence.

I haven't even told you about the little man who died in my lap! He wasn't even a child! Just a very small man!

Tell them what happened here today!

It just seems like he's having an awfully nice time.

We'll say I'm a Nigerian Pince in terrible need of assistance.

Let me see. Now, relax a little, and you just gently tug.

You gotta take it easy, otherwise your guts will start popping out all over the place.

The fake heads idea wasn't bad.

Captain Badminton of his majesty's Royal Navy sends his regards.

We're busy at the moment, fencing our remaining hostage.

For what it's worth, I like your beard— the length.

Just inhereit it like a normal person!

What's new, Queen?

Actually, I do want to be called Edward from now on.

Oh, this guy gets it.

He's up in doggie heaven now, mate. ❦ Ya, but we go to different heavens!

Towels? What is this? Are these jobs? What's happening? Lucius!

Well, I got bad news for you Genital Pirate. I'm about to start a whole new nose jar.

Heyyy, there he is!

Sounds like something that maybe actually can't exist, Captain.

See, I too, am a child of wealth. I'm actually a minor prince.

Ya, 'cause that makes sense.

But I think the scariest thing I've ever see would probably be... the Kraken.

That doesn't make sense, you can't call something in your mind. It defeats the purpose of calling.

Artsy outsider was always your thing.

Ah, I'm gonna stop you there. Not really the crowd for skull talk.

You know, the two of you have more in common than you think.

I saw nothing! It's important you know how much I didn't see!

We have a serious question to ask you. Arrre ye a mermaid?

Oh God, why are you so sweaty?

What the fuck is that?

Don't be scared! This is a bidding war. ❦ It's starting to look like an actual war.

I was never gonna stand by and let you destroy yourself for that t w a t.

Well, at least I'm alive!

Fuck you! That's how I am!

I should have let the English kill you. This whatever you've become is a fate worse than death.

Take your sword, run me through.

No one even knows what that thing does.

You know how hard it is to find someone doing something original out here? It's impossible, man. And here you come with your library, and your fancy quarters, and you secret little closet full of frilly shirts and s u m m e r l i n e n s.

Lookit that. You wear fine things well.

Actually, I do want to be called Edward from now on.

Well, here it is. High society in all it's grotesque glory.