If the waves had let him sleep, he'd perhaps have cracked an eye open somewhat less grumpily when a member of the crew rapped on the half-a-plank that passed for a door. "Whatever it is, say it fast and say it from over there unless you want to see lunch on your shoes, which I'd advise against; it wasn't all that appetizing before I ate it ( Read more... )

The cleaning bucket he'd almost tripped over preceded Edmund Blackadder down the stairs, but sadly his petulant kick was too wobbly to arc it the full length of the kitchen and into Baldrick's head; he settled for tossing a half-peeled potato once he reached the table, but the bonk wasn't nearly as effective ( Read more... )

In an attempt to belie my own tweet from earlier re: accomplishing precisely nothing at FH tonight, Westward Character Info Post, Ho.

( The lazy, big-nosed, rubberfaced bastard: Edmund Blackadder, teacher (and Baldrick at no extra charge) )

"If you wish to leave a message for Edmund Blackadder, this is the place to do it; unless you're a debt collector or a member of the British royal family, in which case, sod off."

"What? Oh, right, that's me. If you want to leave a sausage for Sodoff Baldrick--"

"A message, Baldrick, and no one does. Shut up."