*clank*
*whir*
“YOU REQUESTED MY ASSISTANCE, YOUR MAJESTY?”
«i… i just said i wish i had some frenchfries thats all…»
*click click*
“YOUR WISH IS AS MY COMMAND, MY LIEGE.”
(via necrobob)
(Source: pyrotechnician, via maxing-and-prolapsing)
It was too big to be called a sword. Massive, thick, heavy, and far too rough. Indeed, it was a heap of raw iron.
(via necrobob)
(Source: mysillycomics)
