For what felt like the millionth time, I thought about how easy it was to imagine him at eleven.

YES XD

That it had even disabled them for this long made me wonder why we weren’t just feeding him this stuff all the time.

YESSSS.

But, I wasn’t even sure that pruno wasn’t like champagne, in that it could only properly be called pruno if it was made in a prison.

YE-... I think I broked something laughing.

On one hand, my inner bartender weeps. On the other- I've made punch that way already.

“Spenser, no. He’s like, the world’s cheapest drunk, and that shit’s straight… Well, all the crap it is.”

I just. I broked another thing.

Can "stupid owls" be my new thing?

And Martin can taste! I have been educated and this is totally on my list for things to read to Mum before Nightvale.