"It is a matter of grave importance that Fairy tales should be respected.... Whosoever alters them to suit his own opinions, whatever they are, is guilty, to our thinking, of an act of presumption, and appropriates to himself what does not belong to him." -- Charles Dickens
HERE WE ARE! BORN TO BE KINGS! WE'RE THE PRINCESS OF THE UNIVERSE!
what the heck did you say to me you little kitten? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class at Dang-Giving University and I've been in numerous raids on a-pathy and I have over 300 confirmed obsessions. I am trained in manilla bore fare, and I'm the top stockholder of emotional investment in the conviction market. You are nothing to me but another uninterested victim. I will rant you the hesh out with minute, pedantic, precision the world has never cared about, mark my goshadarn words. Think you can get off scott-free after saying that soap over the heap? Thought wrong, weeble-woo. As we meow and bellow, respectively, I am contacting my unknown network of emotional convicts across the milky way, and your belly rubs are being traced right after I bask so you better prepare for the boring, boring. The storm that rants out your careless existence you call a Mmrooow. Because you're a cat. You're absolutely doomed, feline. I can ramble anywhere, anytime, and I can stultify you in over 758.6842069852015796254330979526842142506 ways, and that's just about Pickelhaubes. Not only am I extensively trained in lost causes, but I have at my disposal the entire library of congress,,especially tax records and dictionaries, and will use it to barrage your lifeless little soul with PASSION FOR LEARNING AND PEDANTIC KNOWLEDGE until you are obsessed with every last thing, every cause, event, subatomic particle in the face of the whole world, you Felix domesticus. If only you were cognizant of the misspelled little snark was going to incite upon your whiskered head, you would have rescinded your indifference. But you lacked the initiative, the capacity, and now you're paying the custom trees, you Saponaceous Spumescence of Thomas Edison's amygdala. I will FLIPPING GIVE A DANG the everlasting anorak out of you, kitten, and you will burn with conviction. Yer flipping scratched, pangur.
Now that you mention it, it does kind of look like someone shoved a mm mm m m m mmmmm m m mmmm m mmmm mmm mmm upmmmm m m mmmmmm m mmmm and then mmmm mmm mmmm mmmm mm mmm. But that's my bad.
I've learned to tolerate drama...except on the boat
The 1996 movie has a couple more with names...I think Wizzer and Dipstick are in this one.
The TV series adds Cadpig (a character from the novel whose TV incarnation doesn't seem to have much in common with the one in the novel), Tripod, and Two-Tone.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
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HERE WE ARE! BORN TO BE KINGS! WE'RE THE PRINCESS OF THE UNIVERSE!
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what the heck did you say to me you little kitten? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class at Dang-Giving University and I've been in numerous raids on a-pathy and I have over 300 confirmed obsessions. I am trained in manilla bore fare, and I'm the top stockholder of emotional investment in the conviction market. You are nothing to me but another uninterested victim. I will rant you the hesh out with minute, pedantic, precision the world has never cared about, mark my goshadarn words. Think you can get off scott-free after saying that soap over the heap? Thought wrong, weeble-woo. As we meow and bellow, respectively, I am contacting my unknown network of emotional convicts across the milky way, and your belly rubs are being traced right after I bask so you better prepare for the boring, boring. The storm that rants out your careless existence you call a Mmrooow. Because you're a cat. You're absolutely doomed, feline. I can ramble anywhere, anytime, and I can stultify you in over 758.6842069852015796254330979526842142506 ways, and that's just about Pickelhaubes. Not only am I extensively trained in lost causes, but I have at my disposal the entire library of congress,,especially tax records and dictionaries, and will use it to barrage your lifeless little soul with PASSION FOR LEARNING AND PEDANTIC KNOWLEDGE until you are obsessed with every last thing, every cause, event, subatomic particle in the face of the whole world, you Felix domesticus. If only you were cognizant of the misspelled little snark was going to incite upon your whiskered head, you would have rescinded your indifference. But you lacked the initiative, the capacity, and now you're paying the custom trees, you Saponaceous Spumescence of Thomas Edison's amygdala. I will FLIPPING GIVE A DANG the everlasting anorak out of you, kitten, and you will burn with conviction. Yer flipping scratched, pangur.
Now that you mention it, it does kind of look like someone shoved a mm mm m m m mmmmm m m mmmm m mmmm mmm mmm up mmmm m m mmmmmm m mmmm and then mmmm mmm mmmm mmmm mm mmm. But that's my bad.
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Wrong Disney Movie, Imi.
My child, you have now grasped wisdom.
The one that comes closest to being right is probably Alice in Wonderland.
Alice in Wonderland would be better if it had the aesthetic of the Terrible John Tenniel.