(Done for
lotr_hundreds,
here.)
"Quick, Monkeyslag! We're in a Drabble, so we only have 100 words to fight crime! Well, only 80 now, and by the time I finish saying what I'm saying we'll only have 61, so let's get to work!"
"Right. Sorted. Mad for it."
"What?"
"Top. Magic. Really sorted, our kid."
"But weren't the stupid accents for the last (Unfinished) Tale of the Quasi-Mediaeval Anglocentric Patriarchy?"
"It's me natural idiom, like. Sorted."
"You don't fool me! You're just trying to attract Countess Dee!"
"Oh, and who's spent all week practicing shouting 'Sassenach hussy'?"
"Shut up, Monkeyslag, before we run out of