Oct 30, 2008 01:29
[A room lit by dozens of candles, set in spiky candelabra. There is a spooky wingback chair, which Bertie is just settling back into after turning on the video feed. He gives the camera his best 'srs bizns' look.]
Right. Now, I'm a patient sort of chap, but enough is bally well enough. I've had it with all this Bassetting and Jeeves being very un-Jeeves-like-- which I don't think can possibly be real, because he's not here, is he?-- and people suddenly going about with chainsaws and there being monsters and ghosts and whatd'youcallem, vampires I think, roaming the corridors... it's a lot to ask a chap to take with an unflinching eye.
So I've found this room and I intend to stay shut in here until this curse is over. All communication for the rest of the week I intend to regard as a particular form of madness brought on by the curse, and will be dealt with accordingly. This is not real.
That is all.
[Bertie leans forward and shuts off the feed.]
curses!,
serious bertie?,
victorian is not that old really,
unexpected badass,
it's a river in egypt