*necromancer having a bad day watching his skeleton army*
necromancer: faster, you useless piles of bones! move faster!
his second in command general skeletrex: sorry boss, but these here infernal machines weight a skelly-ton!
necromancer: *smiles* i needed that today, skeletrex
me when my friends are having a bad day: that’s your anxiety talking. i promise it won’t always feel like this and I love you no matter what
me when i have a bad day: this time i have finally realized the Truth. that i am bad and my life will never get better