I had to drag Alexandria to the hospital today. No, seriously---she decided to get all hung up on me and then she passed out and yeah. Burning up like all hell, looks like this fever's getting out of hand, huh? She was babbling too, going on about how we'd make such cute babies and all can't exactly HAPPEN when you say you don't like having SEX WITH ME ANYMORE Noël, I'll keep away from Eddie not that it's hard--- annnd Martin. Is it bad luck to say good luck, even though you know you're going to slaughter the Catapults?

I mean, seriously. Obnoxious color changing quills? Get the fuck outta here.