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After shoving Hansel in the oven, the witch turns to Gretel - who is currently fending the witch off with a gingerbread chair - and says:

“I can’t believe you thought a trail of breadcrumbs would save you. I mean, honestly, this is a forest! It’s full of animals. Honestly, the very idea that a dumb shit like you thought you could get the better of me is absurd.”

Gretel hits her in the face with said chair. To be fair to the witch, she takes the chairshot like a champ.

“Ow!”

“Did you know,” says Gretel, “that crows are capable of facial recognition?”

“Eh?” Says the witch, clambering to her feet and pulling a candy cane sledgehammer off the wall. “What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Not only that,” Gretel continues, “but they can remember both friends and enemies. And they’ll often follow people they remember as friends.”

The two fence with their sugared weapons for a moment, before the witch knocks the chair out of Gretel’s hands.

“Enough with the bird facts! Honestly, this whole attempted escape has been utter clownshoes. Get in the fucking oven!”

She seizes Gretel by the collar. Gretel immediately sandbags, letting her whole body go limp. This eminently practical defense forces the witch to try and deadlift her. Which is hard, as the witch often skips leg day.

“For example,” Gretel says, as the witch struggles and grunts, “if you feed crows a lot of breadcrumbs, they’ll probably start to see you as a friend and follow you in the hope of more food.”

The witch stops. Outside, she hears the thunder of wings.

“They’ll even bring you shiny things they find as presents!” Says Gretel, as a corner of the gingerbread ceiling is suddenly cut away by a large crow with a knife in its mouth.

“Oh shitballs.” Says the witch, as the crows descend. “I hope you know this is a great unkindness.”

“Technically,” Says Gretel, “It’s a murder.”

“Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.”

“Tramonto”

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take my hand.... let's ignore canon.... together.....

Ok, hear me out, it actually would’ve been hilarious if Margot had the chance to give birth to the baby she and Will conceived

A friend and I have discussed this and first of all, this child is being parented by the most batshit people. He has this training in being the Verger heir at his mom’s house and then he goes over to dad’s house and daddy is having his special cannibal friend over and Will Jr gets a free dog slobber bath. Like, he would go from riding lessons at the Verger estate to trying to grab a fish from the river with his bare hands.

Plus, this kid’s gene pool is Olympic grade. He’s got the Will Graham puppy eyes. He will someday elevate his family’s status through the power of being a genetic slut. And it’s just common knowledge that his uncle tried to kill him in the womb

Will: So, it's the month of May, huh? Well, if you replaced the M in May with G... you "may" be surprised at what you find.

Mike: Gonth.

Mike: Wait.

Eddie: I've always been a little anxious.

Eddie: Then I died.

Eddie: Which did not calm me down.

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