We all know you’re talking about the true threat; Mrs. Potts. I would be wary too. Well done on getting out of there!

Weeeuuuwweeeuuuwwwwweeeee!

It means they were dropped on their head as a child.

Shit like this is why I refuse to have a printer in my house. Between the exorbitant prices for fucking INK, the suspense of “will it actually work?” each time I print something, and the printer itself usually sounding like two geriatric robots fucking, I don’t need that kind of negativity in my life.

Crazy bastard swinging a detached arm around