“i saw myseld licing the lue I wanted.”

I have no idea, but I'm laughing like a maniac at this. Seaoc may one day be a Dark Lord and rule the world, but Jarry will keep him in check and make sure there is enough treacle tart for everybody in the post-apocalyptic dictatorship.

Side note: I don't know if it's reading all the drunk!fic or what, but my spelling, sober, seems just about on par with everyone else's drunk; I'm just able to notice and fix it before I hit post.