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

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[feathered_earth]

[that

what

under normal circumstances she'd spend a good few minutes laughing but THIS IS REED AND HOW DARE THE SPHERE.]

Now that's just not fair!

[heretic_hamlet]

Not to whinge over it. Blimey, I sound like a nutter.

How's your shop? Or has the grand old oak naused it up along with my sword?

[feathered_earth]

I'm sure it'll go back to how it should be soon.

[...]

If "naused it up" can mean "turned everything into a lollipop," then yes.

[heretic_hamlet]

I haven't the foggiest what it bloomin' means. My words all seem to have gone 'round the bend.

Lollies? Pip-pip, mayhap my inkling was spot-on.

[feathered_earth]

[okay pip-pip makes her grin.]

I didn't know what in tarnation was going on until I saw other people writing about it too. But your inkling was right as rain.

[heretic_hamlet]

My word, smashing to know the ol' gob's not tapped yet.

[feathered_earth]

[she assumes "gob" = "brain."]

It does look like your mind's working right. I bet the Sphere's just jealous of the way you talk normally.