If you seriously expect me to believe that Peter fucking Pan is behind some secret organisation to rid the human world of magic through a dipshit like Greg “ooh I lost my dad” whathisname, then you are DEAD WRONG SIR.

Also, if you seriously expect me to be able to explain why the fuck I’m still watching a show where that’s a serious bloody possibility right about now then you are also dead wrong in that.

You know when you’ve spent far too long around other people and you’re just upset for no reason and need to be alone? Yeah. That shit sucks.

I’m loving Torchlight 2. I get to live out my dream of playing a gender neutral outlander warrior called March who has a pet alpaca called Jeff Bridges.

Great times.

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