Flying would be so much easier if you had your own carry-on emotional support zombie.
I've come up with this handy introvert translation guide, so you know what I and my fellow couch fort hermits mean when we (finally) talk ...
In this golden age of complaining, what would classic authors tackle next after “The End?”
These new companions would catapult the Doctor out of his comfort zone and may even make him wish for a long, quiet vacation.
Enchanting broomsticks and turning princes into frogs? That’s so last millennium.
What if those fabulously morose authors of yesteryear had taken some psychotropic meds? The classics would be far less emo.
Let's ponder something a bit genderbendy.