Trust me, I have a degree in this shit-

I didn't draw this. They did:
But I friggin love it.

Because Byron really was all up for sex with anything that would hold still.

Like... Anything.

No really.

Anything.

Okay, well, maybe not anything. But 'anyone' isn't so far off the mark.

Mary Shelley: "So then I decided to have the scientist assemble body parts, and-"

Byron: "And fuck them?"

Mary: "Um, no. No, he brings them to life, through science, and-"

Byron: "THEN he fucks them?"

Mary: "No, Byron. He doesn't fuck the monster."

Percy: "Monster, ponster, clonster, shonster, O! the poetry!"

Byron: "Dude, what's this bitch writing?"

Percy: "'Tis nothing of note. Just girlish fancies. Really, Mary, fucking is all the rage. That's why we've never cared about petty things like adultery or venereal diseases."

Byron: "Oh yes, nothing to worry about. I've had the lot of them!"

Mary: "So AS I WAS SAYING, there's a monster that's brought to life through science, and there's the scientist, and I keep having dreams about my dead baby."

Byron: "Is the monster naked?"

Mary: *headdesk*

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