Library time.
[Arthur's in the library, browsing the shelves. He isn't really looking for anything. But it's quiet here; thank God for that. He picks out a book of Charles Dickens' and settles down in a nearby alcove, heedless of his dangling feet. All he needs now is a nice cup of tea for complete relaxation.
He opens the book, and a small slip of paper falls onto his lap. It reads:
In heaven:
In hell:
Once he got to the bit about English cooks, he swore at the piece of paper.]
Damn you!
[edit, ooc: canhasbear inspired the idea behind this post. (Hullo! :);; ) Also, the slip of paper's contents are based on this, albeit using (I think) a different translation.]
He opens the book, and a small slip of paper falls onto his lap. It reads:
In heaven:
- The English are the police
- The Germans are the mechanics
- The Swiss are the administrators
- The French are the lovers
- The Italians are the cooks
In hell:
- The English are the cooks
- The French are the mechanics
- The Swiss are the lovers
- The Italians are the administrators
- The Germans are the police
Once he got to the bit about English cooks, he swore at the piece of paper.]
Damn you!
[edit, ooc: canhasbear inspired the idea behind this post. (Hullo! :);; ) Also, the slip of paper's contents are based on this, albeit using (I think) a different translation.]