031 - All The Young Dudes

Nov 02, 2010 20:06

[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 verily I can't hope to smack about some scoundrels without mine trusty ol' blade, wot?

[A very long, ink-splattered pause as he reads what his pen just... spewed onto his page.]

My word, the tree's a right old pin in the flippin' knickers today. Mayhap if the other blighters what live here are so inconvenienced I won't be in such a scrape. Indubitably.

[Another very long pause.]

I say, I sound like a bloomin' buffoon.

[OOC: I apologize in advance for any Britons who were offended by this post. But I'm pretty sure 4kids wouldn't be able to keep a cohesive British speech style- let alone a reasonable attempt Reed's archaic speech style- so poor Reed is stuck incongruously shifting between Henry Higgins, Eliza Doolittle, and 'other.']
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