“Here, Fate, here, Fatey, Fatey, Fatey, Fate - I’ve a great big Biscuit of Trouble-Brewing for you!”
Except for the “biscuit” part, I know I’m going to mistake this sentence as my own every time it comes up on randomeyes since I’ve been meaning to write something like this for a while now.
Thanks, ‘mouse. No matter how crappy life is treating you, you can usually take succor from the fact that you’ll get a Scrine sentence out of it in the end.
Biscuits or cookies - it’s all food, so it’s all good.