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[cymru_am_bith]

[ The kitchen currently is occupied by one nation, who not only is chopping up leeks by the dozen but is also humming under his breath, strangely in tune. Mr Shut-In is in the kitchen right now, cooking up a mean lamb stew with a lot (and I mean a lot) of leeks. Confuse for England y/n/leekspin? ]

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[vital_rose]

Do you think you have enough leeks in there, mon cher?

bad pun attack / leek=leak

[iseeunicorns]

He doesn't have as many as you do in your head, gitface.

[vital_rose]

And you would know all about the contents of my head, non?

[iseeunicorns]

Of course I do. It's empty after what little remained of your brains spilt out!

[vital_rose]

Now that is a euphemism I haven't heard before. But it does fit very nicely.

[cymru_am_bith]

Y' know, hate t' ev'n admit, bu' per'aps Englan' 'as a point, tha' he does.

[vital_rose]

And what point would that be exactly?

[cymru_am_bith]

Yer dafter than a drunken Scot, boyo.

[vital_rose]

I'm hurt. Surely you can't think I'm that bad.

[cymru_am_bith]

Jus' proven m' point, tha' ye did.

[vital_rose]

Oh? And how did I do that?

[cymru_am_bith]

By yer voice-- c'n hear your echo 'cross time, y'know.

[vital_rose]

Pardon?

[cymru_am_bith]

See, yer all but daft.

[vital_rose]

I never thought to find the day where someone is harder to understand than Sourcils is.

[cymru_am_bith]

Out o' touch with yer spirits, boyo?