Frank closes his eyes and imagines he is alone on a canoe in South America whilst the rest of the world burns around him but he is safe because of the water.
Where in the bloody fucking vast reaches of hell do you come up with this material ?
I honestly don't know why (I sincerely cannot comprehend why) but this makes me laugh so hard.
Let me marry you both.
Author's response
The truth is, we are Frank (as a collective).
But seriously I don't know, I get real bored and my mind wonders. If you want to marry me you'll have to ask my dad first, y'know blessings and all that but other than that i'm game