A version of me rushes up carrying Mal.
He looks at the crazed mad scientist me, and debates what to do.
"Er..."
<.<
>.>
o.o
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
― Hogfather