Thinking about the mechs high noon over camelot and Imagining Havve Hogan as the hanged man and also getting trapped in the sun for a century. That robot would be PISSED once Sung recovered him.
My partner noticed I was having a rough morning and went: “Go through today like Commander Meouch will be on the bed like ‘one of your French girls’ surrounded by candles and a rose in his mouth” and I fear that is wonderful motivation
Today at my haunt work, one of the artist saw one of my Havve Hogan keychains and decided to turn me into Havve (but not too Havvey!) so Havve clown was a thing tonite! Imagine how cool it was…