Look, I get it. You don’t want eighty frillion people watching, in case you crash and burn. Best to practice a couple times before you start selling tickets.
Also: How adorable is Mrs Bugg’s camera? VERY, I tell you.
Mr Bugg is looking forward to winning the Oscar for Most Kisses in a Film.
Look, if you’re going to hire mercenaries, go for the best.
(In eerily related news, I just last night [several weeks ago, by the time you see this] received in the mail a Black Ops Teal’c to go with the Stargate I got for my birthday. I’m sure Mrs Bugg has already stolen his staff weapon.)
Because of the woeful state of middle school and high school chemistry education in this country, every. single. time. we explain that the Reliquary symbol, seen here on the first shirt, and chosen at random from a symbol-font, is the alchemical symbol for potash, the listener goes “Pot, hur hur!”
Give me strength.
Do I need a Mary, Queen of Buggs tag? They seem to love her as much as they love Joan of Bugg.
So I guess now they’ve been officially expelled?
Nice concertina, Mrs Bugg! You are well on your way to inventing chank-a-chank.
Look, no one wanted the history of the world to hinge on the sandwich more than I did, but turns out? Not true.