Mulder and Scully shrunken down anon : They end up in a backyard and get attacked by a giant ant which actually is not giant you got it, and Mulder tries to fire his gun but the bullets are just too tiny to hurt it 🥲

WAIT I'M 4 FOLLOWERS AWAY FROM 2K WHATTTTTTT

Hey fun fact: Percy can theoretically deal around 1,302 damage in a single round (about 1.92 Tarrasques of damage) at level 20.

In the fall-out, the McCartneys once again ran away to Scotland. But Klein continued to haunt Paul. He would appear in his dreams as a demented dentist, chasing after him with a hypodermic needle, determined to, as he imagined, 'put me out'. McCartney confessed his fears to those close to him and they laughed. 'No,' Paul insisted, 'it's really fucking scary.' For the first time in his life, he noticed grey in his hair. He gritted his teeth and read the music-press reports of how he had apparently stitched up the other Beatles and about how, vain and reclusive, he was 'sitting up in Scotland, looking into his mirror admiring his own image'. It drove him back to the bottle. One evening, in front of his wife, Lee Eastman and another unnamed guest, Paul began swigging whisky and jabbering, mumbling repeated phrases to himself: 'Fuckers... fucked me up... fucking carve-up.' Eventually Linda led him to bed. Again, it was down to her to straighten out her husband's head. 'If I'd been doing that on my own,' Paul says, 'I'm not sure I'd have got out of it.'

oh the post exertional malaise is HITTING today lads

Today's my anniversary...