It felt like a corkscrew was driving into it and I hissed in irritation. Oh come on, am I really going to help the fucking Lion King? I tried to let it go one last time before giving in to that urge in me to stop him from being brutally murdered. I might as well have turned into a fucking Care Bear and sung him a song about rainbows shooting out of my ass while I was at it. That was how low this was.
