And it goes.

[mc_mike]

Since it would seem I'm the only one around here with an enquiring mind, - Brown and Parvati, I'm disappointed verily, I am - s'pose that leaves me to ask the question that's begging to be asked.

MacDougal, what flavour arm candy are you? Your brother says licorice. I'm not ruddy sure I want to know how he knows.

Since I can, oi, Filly? Wanted to warn you, sir, that the dozen roses that your award-winning wife'll be binning once they're delivered? They're from Tony. Mine'll be the ones delivered later this evening. The one's she'll be gushing over and that'll convince her to chuck you for me.


Anyone else reckon they should give up looking for the cause of this past April's Fools? There's other areas which the Ministry should be utilising their resources, I think.

Comments

[http://users.livejournal.com/_anthony_g/]

I'm offended on Padma's behalf. And I think you don't have a chance, anyroad, mate. You're too tall. Sorry, sir.

[http://users.livejournal.com/mike_corner_/]

Padma understands. She's met her.

Might be the tall drink she's been waiting for, mate.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_anthony_g/]

Oi, why haven't I met her? Holding out on me, Mike?

[http://users.livejournal.com/mike_corner_/]

Filly's holding out on you, morelike. He invited Padma and I to his birthday dinner a couple months back. Damn fit bird, she is. Makes a bloke wonder how the sodding hell he keeps up.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_anthony_g/]

You've always been his favourite, wanker.

I reckon I don't want to know how he, um keeps up.

[http://users.livejournal.com/mike_corner_/]

He made you Prefect, mate.

Pansy could thank you later on down the road if you did.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_anthony_g/]

Yeah, I know. Proof.


Ah, yeah, I guess that's um. Shut up.