*falls through your ceiling* hey do you wanna talk about star trek
*burning on your ceiling* hey do you wanna talk about supernatural
*appears in your bedroom in a blue box* hey do you wanna talk about doctor who
*takes you as my hostage then runs from the police* hey do you wanna talk about sherlock
*eats your organs* hey you wanna talk about Hanni- .. oh.
WE’RE SUPPOSED TO GET SNOW, MOTHERFUCKERS!!!
OHH YEAA FIRST OF THE YEAR
I knew you were tribble with you walked in.
so shame on me now
warped me to places no man has been
and you beamed me down
now kirk’s lying on the cold hard ground
Tribble. Tribble. Tribble.