the island in the middle of a roundabout

“[…] Captain Markam had been found lying half-insensible, gagged and bound, on the floor of the sitting-room, his hands and feet tightly pinioned, and a woollen comforter wound closely round his mouth and neck ; whilst Mrs. Markham's jewel-case, containing valuable jewellery and the secret plans of Port Arthur, had disappeared. […]”

“Are you eating a pink glitter cupcake?” (..) He nods. “Honey, you wish you had this much fun right now.” She rolls her eyes. “Really? You're gonna eat that unicorn puke?”

Mr. Fatshit is here, and we're living with him every day!