031 - All The Young Dudes

[heretic_hamlet]

[The page begins as a near-illegible mess of sentences begun, scratched out, and restarted. After quite a few tries he just lets the words fall as they do.]Oi blimey! I do say, Stoneface, ol' bean- and me fellow Watchmen- I might have a wee bit o'trouble for me coming shifts. It's my sword, guv'nah; it's stuck fast in its bloomin' sheath, and

Comments

[grab_my_bells]

Sounds like a fun memory-punishment.

[heretic_hamlet]

Indubitably, if I'd yanked a bloomin' crystal this whole lot wouldn't seem so barmy.

British character is un/amused

[esoteric_rose]

...What are you attempting to say? You might stick to one dialect, if you can.

[heretic_hamlet]

By my troth, fair madam, my endeavors to the contrary aren't worth a biscuit!

[esoteric_rose]

I am dreadfully sorry the Tree is forcing you to flop around.

Crossed out after he reads how it comes out.

[heretic_hamlet]

Hardly the roughest branch it's jammed in my knickers.

I've had worse, I have.