Quite the historic vote!
scotbugg
skirmish
“C’mon”, says Mrs Bugg, whistling innocently. “Gallop your huge war horse at me. I am totally not going to raise this BIG-ASS POINTY STICK at the last moment, impaling your horse and hurling you into my ranks of bad-ass, woad-painted berzerkers, who will hack your ass to bits and probably eat the remains. TOTALLY NOT GOING TO DO THAT.”
tartan awesomeness
Continuing our theme of UNBELIEVABLE CUTENESS, Mrs Bugg’s great big bushy beard is just side-splitting, as is her giant, bigger-than-she-is greatsword. Mr Bugg with his spiffy crown, ankh sceptre and wee short sword of pointiness are just an extra helping of awesome. Like sprinkles on ice cream.
the sun never shines
The poor MacBugnals. What a sad day in history.
Transcript:
This is an icky one. Mr Bugg kneels between two halves of a bugg body, severed through the torso. He is pulling entrails from the corpse — entrails not entirely unlike a string of sausages, which is not entirely unlike the extra on the Brave DVD, by which I strongly suspect they were influenced. Mrs Bugg, meanwhile, is throwing her arms up in horror.
The text reads: “Febuggary 13, 1692: Massacre at Buggcoe … about 78 MacBugnals are robbed of their entrails.”