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The cleaning bucket he'd almost tripped over preceded Edmund Blackadder down the stairs, but sadly his petulant kick was too wobbly to arc it the full length of the kitchen and into Baldrick's head; he settled for tossing a half-peeled potato once he reached the table, but the bonk wasn't nearly as effective.
"Something wrong, Mister B?" Baldrick asked far too mildly for anyone who'd just had a potato lobbed at his head.
Then again, it was entirely possible, Edmund allowed to himself, that the thing had slid right off the surface of Baldrick's tangled, greasy hair, and never touched his skull at all. Perhaps only hitting him from close-up would have any real effect; it was worth further investigation, but then you'd have to get within the stench-radius. Science or sanity? The moral dilemma was vaguely interesting, but not enough to distract him from his irritation.
"I've just about had it up to here with that Prince," he said, stabbing a finger in Baldrick's direction as he reached for a cup with the other hand. ( One more foot wrong, and I'll be handing in my notice. )
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*In an utterly alternate history whose chief export and national dish is anachronism stew, so you know, give or take fifty years. Teatime is the important bit.
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[Folded, spindled, and mutilated from the S3 episode Sense and Senility, with one line from Amy and Amiability and a heaping helping of alternate dialogue. NFI and NFB, obviously, but OOC is most welcome. Unless you're the deputy village idiot of Kensington.]
"Something wrong, Mister B?" Baldrick asked far too mildly for anyone who'd just had a potato lobbed at his head.
Then again, it was entirely possible, Edmund allowed to himself, that the thing had slid right off the surface of Baldrick's tangled, greasy hair, and never touched his skull at all. Perhaps only hitting him from close-up would have any real effect; it was worth further investigation, but then you'd have to get within the stench-radius. Science or sanity? The moral dilemma was vaguely interesting, but not enough to distract him from his irritation.
"I've just about had it up to here with that Prince," he said, stabbing a finger in Baldrick's direction as he reached for a cup with the other hand. ( One more foot wrong, and I'll be handing in my notice. )
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*In an utterly alternate history whose chief export and national dish is anachronism stew, so you know, give or take fifty years. Teatime is the important bit.
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[Folded, spindled, and mutilated from the S3 episode Sense and Senility, with one line from Amy and Amiability and a heaping helping of alternate dialogue. NFI and NFB, obviously, but OOC is most welcome. Unless you're the deputy village idiot of Kensington.]
