Loki is becoming a danger to himself. He sees a road and his immediate thought is to run across it. And given his Romanian mum is full of Latin love for her only child, the apple of her eye, she's about as strong a disciplinarian as a wilting leaf of cabbage.
When I step in, things can become awkward...
If I'd been born in 1900 and was on the frontline in the trenches in 1917, I'd have dodged so many bullets by now that I'd be sitting in the Kaiser's lap saying 'shall we call the whole thing off old chap?'
My diet is miraculous given how little I'm actually dieting.
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