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[what_ho_jeeves]

[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.

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[vinkus-witch.livejournal.com]

I don't like anyone who sees themselves as better than others due to circumstances of birth regardless of class.

And...what?

[what_ho_jeeves]

Jeeves. Pulls me out of the soup. Saves my bacon.

[vinkus-witch.livejournal.com]

...do you often have such difficulties eating?

[what_ho_jeeves]

Not usually, no.

[vinkus-witch.livejournal.com]

Then why do you fall in your soup so often?

[what_ho_jeeves]

[Puzzled frown what this has to do with eating, then the light bulb goes on.]

Oh no, I don't literally fall in the soup. It's a meta...thing. Metaphor, that's the word. You see, I whenever I land myself into a spot of trouble, wholly against my will, I assure you, Jeeves gets me out again.

[vinkus-witch.livejournal.com]

I see...I don't think I quite understood any of this conversation.

[what_ho_jeeves]

To be honest, I'm not sure I did either.