“ohhh would you look at that, my pawns found jesus and now they’re all bishops”
“so i realize it looks like i’m putting a thimble on the board but actually my rooks have been using their downtime to build another rook, one that’s better, stronger, faster—”
“hey welcome back. while you left to get a snack, those six pieces you’d captured slipped their guards, tunneled to safety and emerged right in the middle of your royal palace.”
“oof, looks like you’ve got my king cornered…maybe this is a good time to mention that shortly before we started playing, my pawns and knights revolted and instituted a representative democracy. feel free to kill the puppet ruler that was the one remaining vestige of our tyranny, you cringing servant of the crown. vive la revolution!”
Any time I mention anything to do with superheroes to my dad, he sagely says “Ahh. We will deep fry your kebab.” because the only scene of any superhero film he’s ever seen is that bit of Infinity War that’s set in Edinburgh, and he seems to think that quoting this bizarrely threatening piece of set decoration is somehow a reference any comic book fan worth their salt would know.
So anyway, animation-wise detective pikachu is objectively better then what I’ve seen from the live action lion king.
Pikachu, after finding out someone doesn’t want to be his friend:
Simba, after seeing his father dead at a very young age, being blamed for it, then being yelled at to run away from everything he’s ever loved and known:
