Talk:Jabberwock/@comment-92.32.101.142-20150731211130/@comment-25035274-20150828170040

As I ran, I tried to explain that I didn't actually say they would have me as a husband; just that they would have a husband. I then led them on a merry chase for what seems like hours. You should have seen the look on my fat, slow friend's face as we came running out of yet another tunnel. And you really should have seen the look as I knocked him over and kept running.

As it turns out, the old saying's true. You don't have to be the fastest runner. You just have to not be the slowest.