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[what_ho_jeeves]

[Not private filtered at all. Bertie doesn't quite get the filter thing unless the other person filters first.]

Professor Fate? I say, Professor, are you there?

And, Admiral, my good chap, since you refuse to bring me my valet, even though he'd be corking at this wardening business, I need a bit of help with my flat. It's getting a bit chaotic if you know what I mean. Dusting is dashed harder than it looks, and I've already broken two teacups trying to wash up. If you won't let me have Jeeves, don't you at least a maid on board who could tidy up? This really is the worst service I've had on a ship. I've half a mind to write a complaint to your company chairman and tell him so.

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[what_ho_jeeves]

Business? Eggs?

...

Are you a chef? Because I was quite certain you were an academic.

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[youriseyoushine.livejournal.com]

{Another sinister chuckle.}

Oh, please, do let me assure you. Economics and academics are all about business and eggs.

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[what_ho_jeeves]

They are? [He thinks about this.] I don't remember many eggs at Oxford. Except those on the breakfast table, of course. And a few dons whose heads were shaped like eggs and just as bare of hair.

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[youriseyoushine.livejournal.com]

IT'S A METAPHOR.

{After the yelling, his voice switches back to calm, as it so often does.}

You do know what a metaphor is, don't you?