

Yeah, my other ride is a broom and similar stickers also imply if you cross my path you better be firm in your beliefs curses don’t work, because mine will find your immortal soul and drag it, screaming and writhing into the very heart of Hell.
Also my coven depends on me for the sticky-icky and some amazing baked goods. And they don’t want me sad.
I might be reading a lot into it.
Crime is merely what the state doesn’t like, and when the state is being an asshole (say, serving the ownership class rather than the public) then ot shouldn’t mean much to be a criminal
We were supposed to learn this from Robin Hood, I thought. Maybe Prince John and the Sheriff of Nottingham are the heroes now.