[ knock knock knock, Marshall Street. England's going up and down the hall with an empty measuring cup, knocking on random doors. What's he after? A simple cup of sugar/baking soda/whatever. It changes with every door he knocks on. This would be a completely normal friendly neighbour sort of routine, except for the fact England's slightly
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Honestly. I come over for a friendly cup of baking soda, and all I get is backtalk.
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I'll ask one of my many friends to cut it, then.
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[ he ain't leaving without that cup of sugar. or until a door gets slammed in his face ]
But if you must know...
[ pause pause think think ]
I forgot.
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[ holding out his measuring cup again, just in case he forgot ]
Any saffron to spare, then?
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[ MOSEYING ON IN, ALL DRUNK-LIKE ]
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[ pause as he thinks about that a little more ]
... scratch that. I'm baking a pie.
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Just lend me whatever ingredients you have, and we'll call it fair.
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