Jack, even when you are torn to shreds and rotting all over the place, blood dripping everywhere and stealing people’s toast, I still think you are adorable.

“Heathcliff?” “Heathcliff didn’t howl.” “No, but he was on the moors.” Oh, college kids and their jokes.

“Oh shit, David, what is that?”“Aw, fuck.” Jack reacts to scary noises like I do.

WHY do I CONSTANTLY forget Rik Mayall in hanging out in the Slaughtered Lamb? Every time.

I remembered Mr. Mercer from Pirates of the Caribbean was playing darts, but I always forget about Rik Mayall.

“Beware the moon, lads.”