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Sunday, 29 January 2012
I begged you not to fuck this up for me, Andrew Stanton. And no matter how good the radium rifles and the sword play and the princess are you need to answer for this shit–
This is what Woola looks like–
The entire fucking point of the beast is that it’s completely repulsive and frightening but acts like a puppy for John Carter as he’s the only person who ever showed him kindness.
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An Eagle sat high in the branches of a great Oak. She seemed very sad and drooping for an Eagle. A Kite saw her.
“Why do you look so woebegone?” asked the Kite.
“I want to get married,” replied the Eagle, “and I can’t find a mate who can provide for me as I should like.”
“Take me,” said the Kite; “I am very strong, stronger even than you!”
“Do you really think you can provide for me?” asked the Eagle eagerly.
“Why, of course,” replied the Kite. “That would be a very simple matter. I am so strong I can carry away an Ostrich in my talons as if it were a feather!”
The Eagle accepted the Kite immediately. But after the wedding, when the Kite flew away to find something to eat for his bride, all he had when he returned, was a tiny Mouse.
“Is that the Ostrich you talked about?” said the Eagle in disgust.
“To win you I would have said and promised anything,” replied the Kite.
Take that, subspace.
