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what_ho_jeeves) wrote2011-03-14 10:35 pm
what_ho_jeeves) wrote2011-03-14 10:35 pm
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.002 [Video]
[FAIL!private to the Admiral. ie--not private at all]
Excuse me, Admiral fellow, if you could do a chap a favour, I'd like to trade in my current Warden Item for a new one. I'd like my new Warden Item to be a valet, tall, dark-haired, goes by the name of "Reginald Jeeves." I'm sure he'd do a corking job keeping me informed of my inmate-to-be's activities, as he's always kept me informed of dashed near everything that one could possibly need to be informed about. In fact, he's the most informed bird I know. "Informed" is just the word to describe him.
And I'd be bally grateful if you could make the replacement quickly. I've a yearning for a spot of tea, you see, and the kettle's a bit tricky.
Excuse me, Admiral fellow, if you could do a chap a favour, I'd like to trade in my current Warden Item for a new one. I'd like my new Warden Item to be a valet, tall, dark-haired, goes by the name of "Reginald Jeeves." I'm sure he'd do a corking job keeping me informed of my inmate-to-be's activities, as he's always kept me informed of dashed near everything that one could possibly need to be informed about. In fact, he's the most informed bird I know. "Informed" is just the word to describe him.
And I'd be bally grateful if you could make the replacement quickly. I've a yearning for a spot of tea, you see, and the kettle's a bit tricky.
Spam!
Well, that's a relief. I was beginning to wonder what I'd do with my time except practice my putting and tinkle on the old ivories.
[He thoughtlessly tosses the book onto the sofa.]
Now, you were going to have a peep at the kettle, weren't you? Or was it the telegram-play-cinema thingummy?
Spam!
How about we check on the kettle while I look at your communicator?
Spam!
Cold as the Thames in January.
[Somehow he does not notice that the gas is lit under the *other* burner. If narrative law didn't protect Bertie, he'd probably burn down his flat or gas himself within a month.]
Spam!
[So he'll distract him with the communicator first.]
I've written up a message here to myself. [It's in Martian, and he is politely asking himself if he is entirely certain he wants to get involved in this sort of comedy.] Select that feature like so [he demonstrates], and it will put it on private filter.
[And he hands the communicator over to Bertie.]
Spam!
Like so. [He mimes pressing the button. And again. And, say, he thinks he's got the hang of this!] Like so [He murmurs to himself again as he continues to practice. Even tries a few variations to see what's the most suitable finger and comfortable direction from which to approach the communicator. It's a bit like practising the precision of a golf swing, except on a very very small scale.]
Spam!