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[therealpm]

...John?

Comments

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

I've no idea. It's quite clearly a fabrication but I cannot fathom why anyone would bother to create such an image.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Your faith in the Press is most touching.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

I do believe the media have enough material at the moment with which to attempt to humiliate me.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

But very little in pictorial form.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Peter, although your comments are accurate - or possibly because of it - they are most unhelpful. Kindly refrain from such outburst of logic, at least until I can consume chocolate digestives once more.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*passes over a small plate.*

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

...tea?

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

By all means. You know where everything is by now, I'm sure.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*Makes tea*

Since we're having tea, it would be most traditional to have a biscuit to accompany the beverage, don't you agree?

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*waves hand*

*shushes*

Dr Who is on.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Well, that was certainly-

*Phone goes off*

Excuse me, please.

*Answers phone*

Hello? Freddie, to what do I owe-

Oh Freddie, of course there aren't monsters in your wardrobe... I know because I checked every inch of your room out before we moved-

No, I don't think monsters can just move in as they please, there are probably rules-

Freddie - Freddie, calm down. I promise there are no monsters under your bed either... Freddie, I'm coming home right now so we can go and look together... Yes, right now... Start counting as soon as you hang up the phone... Yes, right away... Yes, yes, I promise... Ok. I'll see you in a moment.

*Hangs up phone*

As I'm sure you heard, I must away to fight the monsters of the Land From Under Freddie's Bed. Goodbye.

*Leaves*