I AM A BAD DOG AND HAVE BEEN NEGLECTING MY MOUSE AND MY TRIUMPH. QUICK, SOMEONE TAKE AWAY MY RUM AND GET A ROLLED-UP NEWSPAPER!






Actually, scratch that last part. And if someone had some tasty edibles I would not object.

I FEEL A BIT ORANGE TODAY, IS IT ORANGE IN HERE OR IS IT JUST ME, WOULD SOMEONE SHUT THAT FUCKING KETTLE UP, I--

Hullo.

What? Excuse me. Where's Remus. Or James. And not one of those weird little beasties claiming to be Prongs' grandson, because, I am too orange to take very much bullshit today, and if I do not find the right Prongs I will take that fucking kettle and I will attach it to someone. Firmly.