That’s either the look of sage master fluff operating on another plane of existence, or perhaps it’s the look of absolute hopelessness in knowing it’s better not to fight it.

Jabba the Pup

Old boy needs a monocle and a top hat. Pip pip! Cheerio!

We shall bark on the beaches, we shall bark on the landing grounds, we shall bark in the fields and in the streets, we shall bark in the hills; we shall never surrender.