More like 'you want to keep your house? Build a school, build ten.'

'Oh you just want to attend your nieces wedding? May I suggest a £50 million endowment for the National Theatre?'

It does, thank you. I still don't really get why you can't tell Karen to fuck off and stop measuring the lawn.

I was tempted with the death penalty but decided to be lenient

As a concession they get to put their name on stuff.

I want them stopped at the airport if they want to come in with too high a new worth. They'll be given a list of public works that need funding. I do not give one solitary fuck that this sounds like extortion.

I want the super rich having panicked calls with their accountants when they hit like 900 million. I want them frantically building parks and libraries like it's going out of fashion.

Becoming a billionaire should be a terrible thing. We should actively legislate extreme punishment and full asset forfeiture for when you hit that level. Force them to give huge swathes back in terror of losing everything. Then we should start lowering the bar.

I’ve asked many American friends why they don’t just tell them to fuck off and am yet to get a good answer. The idea that these little dictators hold actual legal powers feels insane

Their neophytes are called Pufflings

They utilise a tactic known as The Crashing Wave, named for the seas of their homeworld of Skomer. Assault terminators form a barrier that an enemy pushes against while jet pack equipped marines overfly then attack from the rear

When serving left over pizza first dig two graves

In case anyone is curious. The Puffin Guard are a second founding chapter formed from the remnants of a scratch company of Raven Guard that were presumed lost on Istvaan. They specialise in ambush attacks making use of water and high ground, particularly cliffs.

Axolotl are terrifying

This is an almost exact copy of my head cannon

Give them like really snazzy knee socks

They’re my Raven Guard successor chapter