|Drunk Wampa is drunk. Or sad.|
I suspect someone's been hitting the whiskey bottle on top of the fridge.
It occurs to me that the monster is now out of the closet. The physical closet, I mean...I don't claim to have any knowledge on Wampa's preferences, nor do I think it's really any of my business.
No, of course that's not a scepter of power next to him.
THAT WOULD BE SILLY.