The lady Cassandra O’Brian dot Delta 17.

Brian: Roses are red, violets are blue, you’re Paul McCartney and I LOVE Y—
Paul: SECURITY, CAN YOU PLEASE ESCORT THIS MAN OUT OF HERE?
Roger: Gladly. *death glare*

Brian: BEHOLD THE GLORY OF THE KIT-KATS AND M&MS CAKE

Paris was glam.

(The cat’s Delilah, by the way!)