Tuunbaq Waiting Under The Ice To Chomp Sir John’s Ass:

The terror lieutenants as “the girls”-

Little: is the type of girl you go to when you want to listen to emo/grunge music while laying on the floor

Hodgson: is the type of girl you go to when you want to talk shit about “you know who;)”

Irving: is the type of girl you go to when you’re sad and you need someone to bake you cookies and braid your hair

The bitch face Stanley makes when Goodsir-RESPECTFULLY- covers up David Young’s face during his autopsy is so fierce. This little psycho said “ok loser” with his eyes and then stood there like he’s watching a boring YouTube video, while Goodsir had to mutilate a fellow crew-mate. AND ALL FOR NOTHING!!!!!!

Girl, you don’t even know how far I’d drag this man by his mutton chops…

“It wasn’t your fault, Fitzjames. You never could have predicted someone was gonna su*c*de bomb your party”- my friend after watching this scene

“You could have just joined up”

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

What it looks like outside:

They in fact did not find the northwest passage, just a *friendly* bear

The bear in question:

“My body, use it. Feed the men.”

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

Irving: *watching Jacko longingly from across the room *