For some reason my brain will eternally read MTG as Magic The Gathering.

Silence of the Furbies.

I like the cut of your…Jimb.

The violent rumbling is actually a relaxing massage.

Non, monsieur. Eye vill not recommend a wine for yur chickon streeps.

It pays off in the moment but then you die to death the next day.

(A girl is born)
Doc: BRING FORWARD THE LARGEST BOW.

I truly believe that the 3D Doritos were the dream of the Egyptians. We have since achieved their vision.

This could be us but you clownin.

We need more militant soup activists.

Randy are you on my side?
“I don’t know! Do you like Northumbria?”
For the last time YES. Ugh. Let’s all wear the same color next time guys.

They’re making a mess out of Mesopotamia.

Great. Now I’m reading everything in his voice now.

This is by a wide margin one of the most hard hitting sandwiches to ever play the game.

It’s classic slug politics where they throw their weight around on the international stage.

They should have had one kid with a bassoon.

Slug diplomat makes agreement with ant diplomat.
Ants carry away salt.
Slugs share jam.
OP unwittingly made bug super alliance.

There was once a dream that was Rome. It was wholesome and cute.

Rat cruise! World tour! All you can eat and plenty of places to scurry off to!

This looks incredible!