If anything, this place is the joke. There's no magic and yet we can speak from god knows how far apart. Writing is just tapping little letters. There is no sun, moon or stars. Everyone dresses the same bar for some colour variations. The food is stranger than anything I have ever seen and I once saw all our food turn to dust because Arthur thought killing a unicorn was a swell idea. Or Merlin's mum thought that porridge was supposed to taste like off milk.
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If anything, this place is the joke. There's no magic and yet we can speak from god knows how far apart. Writing is just tapping little letters. There is no sun, moon or stars. Everyone dresses the same bar for some colour variations. The food is stranger than anything I have ever seen and I once saw all our food turn to dust because Arthur thought killing a unicorn was a swell idea. Or Merlin's mum thought that porridge was supposed to taste like off milk.