the king has been pelted with one too many peanuts.

[takingmemos]

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[takingmemos]

damn. I must have missed that. too bad.

[kellyfixit]

Agreed. Though, Buckingham guard? I hope you left your hat on.

[takingmemos]

I managed to keep track of it for most of the night, but lost it somewhere right before midnight. does that count?

[kellyfixit]

You would need to ask Joe Cocker.

[takingmemos]

kinky.

[kellyfixit]

Suspicious minds are talking.

[takingmemos]

I think this conversation just got too subtle for me. what are we talking about? I could keep going with the obtuse yet mystifying comments, however. "let them talk", etc etc.

[kellyfixit]

I was going with appropriate lines from "Leave Your Hat On"; though now we have officially destroyed our intellectual and whimsical mystique, am considering putting random lyrics here in order to throw people off the scent and gain back our mystery.

I am the walrus.

[takingmemos]

oh, whoops. I knew the chorus, but the rest was kind of lost on me, I'm afraid. I do, however, have a lovely bunch of spiky tropical fruit.

[kellyfixit]

Are they all standing in a row?

[takingmemos]

no. they're stacked on top of each other in order of size. surprise.

[kellyfixit]

Unorthodox.**

** Come up with that next Rosecratz & Guildenstern line and there will be prizes.

[takingmemos]

oh, so r&gad are our next canon? thrilling.

undid me.

[kellyfixit]

And comes with less adventurous fanfiction than Snape + Squid.

Undeniable. Where were you?

[takingmemos]

in germa england, actually.

[kellyfixit]

I do not know how to carry this metaphor forward without making Scott your usurping Uncle.