I firmly believe that you should write your own stories, have adventures and enjoy the fuck out of life if you can.

Transcript:

Mr Bugg waves from the basket of a small airship, spyglass in hand. Meanwhile, and to the surprise of absolutely no one, Mrs Bugg has again failed to release the damn guy rope and is dangling below the basket. I hope her expression of fear means that this is the last we will see of these shenanigans.

The text reads: “Things the buggs do when they have no access to history … they make their own.”