LUCIUS FULGORA.
“cake and wine? what’s the occasion? did someone die? you know that’s not the kind of thing we should be celebrating. or did you find out it’s national horny day and wanted to spend it with me?”
“come now lucius, don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little scandal? but no, if someone had died i would have brought at least three bottles of wine and a black mourning gown reminiscent of queen victoria ready to summon the dead and dance on their graves at midnight, obviously. alas, i only have one bottle, and there’s nothing mourning about what i’m wearing beneath this dress.”














