Horace: Where is it? Where?
Sine: I can help you, Horse! What have you lost?
Horace: My dignity!
Sine: Oh? Well, good luck finding that!
Sine flying in a parabola curve? The foundations of my belief system have been shaken to their roots.
Sine of the Apocalypse…
He’s about to lose his temper.He lost his marbles long ago.
July 31, 2015