BEST CRACK VERSE EVER, holy shit. I think I would ship Marx/Engels/Marie-the-quick-witted-barmaid, but I don't think I'd ever be able to look my history teacher in the eye again. (But hey, he cosplays Battlestar Galactica, no worries.)

"I can capslock about you until the comments collapse," Gwen declares, and Morgana kisses her cheek, replies likewise.
D'aw.

Also: Gwen already had to reformat her laptop because she got adware going on sketchy websites trying to find the newest episode. Art imitating life?! Ahahah.