This is a bunch of nonsense right here.
I’d like to highlight a couple of things. Possibly spoilerish…
- THOSE WHISKERS
- The picking up of the glasses. Just no.
- Patting Sam on the shoulder. The sound makes me crazy.
- “It’s fine, we’re armed.” – I’LL SAY!!!!
- “Don’t worry about it, he’s British.” – BWAHAHAAA!!!
- Apparently the only poetry that will send SAF on his way is the type about gorilla genitalia. Good to know.