anyways, heres my super lame joke, i hope someone at the nycc panel admits this is exactly what they’ve been planning for all these months: the opportunity of this joke to be used during spooky month
Because I just don’t know when to quit, ever since I had my heart broken (YET AGAIN!) by Marceline, who expressed love, yearning, and even reverence for her mother in the scrapbook, I can’t stop thinking about what she looked like from the front.
