[At the police station]
Cop: can you describe the incident with this *checks notes* this Jabberwocky? Start from the beginning
Me: Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe
Cop: okay what
Forget ‘a jury of my peers’ I want to be judged by a talking horse
It’s like 10000 spoons when all you need is a castle surrounded by a mote filled with 7-11 nacho cheese
Hear me out: a switch blade but instead of sharp metal a meatball sandwich pivots out
We need a dna profiling service for what kind of hats a person can pull off credibly
