Hickey Is The Kind Of Guy That Would Walk Into Your Room, Knock Over Three Trinkets, Shift A Painting,

Crozier: What’s left in my stores?

Jopson: Two bottles, sir.

Crozier:

Collins: *vividly describes how he’s suffering from major depression*

Dr. Stanley: That’s cool. Have you tried being happy?

Collins:

Hodgson: *Yapping to Irving about some 16th century French art piece*

Irving: *watching Jacko longingly from across the room *

You know it’s bad when someone closes the door to yell at you 😬

Bonus:

*Dundy listening through the door*

Me to my friend I forced to watch The Terror: You wanna get crunk off the Peruvian (take an edible) and wander out into the Arctic void with me (watch The Terror again)? ❤️

My friend (nervously): Can I go home now, please?

Me:

Me watching The Terror again:

Cash cow:

pay pig:

and the third, sexiest option

whore horse:

“Wow it’s feels so festive outside this year!”

What it looks like outside:

I mean…yeah.