There isn’t much to say about this other than I love Bobby, Clay, Jax, and Tig (that’s Tig, right?) as puppets, and I love their battle cry.
Stop your frowning, Browning. Sons of Poetry are here to help you rhyme your way into our hearts.
All we are missing is Gemma smashing Browning in the face with a skateboard. SSSSOOONNNSSS OF PPOOOOOEEEETTTTTRRRRRYYYYYY!!