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Commonly known as ‘That Utter Git’, Sir Willikin is number three in the UCC’s Worst Presidents of All Time hit parade. He controlled the club for four years, with his cronies Lady Gardenia Nanbiter, Incontinence Pance, and Bernard Stiltskin. At a secret meeting it was eventually decided that he had to go. As all Presidents must map at least at least one new world, Sir Willikin was told of a newly discovered stone circle on an unmapped planet. There, he was told, time travelled at a very slow speed compared to Earth. Certain that he and his expedition would be back in time for dinner, Sir Willikin set off. At his departure there was much celebration and a highing of fives.
Meet Josie Griffin, when she in a rage quite mode destroys her boyfriend’s fancy smancy car window and she gets sentenced to community service + anger management. And then she discovers that there is a whole world of paranormal beings.
“Elaine!” he shouted. “Snap out of it!”
I whirled around in time to see her lips curling back, teeth exposed, a look of determination in her black flashing eyes. I ripped the clock off the wall and raised it above my head, ready to slam it into this vampire mama’s chest, but Johann stepped between us. He grabbed Elaine by the shoulders and gave her a firm shake.
“I finally make a friend and this is how you act?” he shouted at her.