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[what_ho_jeeves]

About that Squick mentioned in yon broadcast...

Hypothetically, if a chap wanted to acquire some, for wholly innocent purposes of self-defense from a beazel intent on marriage and who shall not be dissuaded by other means, how would one go about it? Is there a secret knock or some such?

[Bertie does not have the first idea how illegal drug purchasing works. He thinks that Squick is probably roughly like alcohol in the States: technically not legal but no one but the stuffiest of the stuffy cared if one partook of a snifter or two.]

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[vengeance_driven]

Cling?

[He thinks it's someone's last name.]

[what_ho_jeeves]

Tall girl. Very tall, looks like she'd be a terror on the rugger field. Powerful throw as well. Unusual forehead, although I don't like to mention it in case she's sensitive about it. [He hasn't figured out that it's a racial trait yet.]

[vengeance_driven]

Oh yeah, her.

...Probably.

That or be nice to her. I don't think she likes polite gentlemen. She is probably already interested in someone else. She talked to me, too.

[what_ho_jeeves]

I shall be the soul of courtesy.

I say, do you think perhaps she is trying to make her certain special someone jealous? Perhaps he's been a bit slow out the gate and she is trying to spur him on, get the chap to commit.

TY Dreamwidth for not making my replies or my notifs show up.

[vengeance_driven]

No, I just think she likes humans for whatever reason. I don't know why. I barely do, and I am one!

[what_ho_jeeves]

I think they're all right, except for the Spodes of the world. But I suppose we must take the Spodes with the Jeeveses.

[He nods thoughtfully. Bertie's trying to get philosophical now.]

[vengeance_driven]

Ah, Bertie. But there is very much Spode, and very little Jeeveses...es. [He forgot where that was supposed to end so he threw on an extra to be sure.]

[what_ho_jeeves]

Ah, but one Jeeveses [wait, plural and "one" don't go together...oh well] can make up for a hundred Spodes.

[vengeance_driven]

You really like your Jeeveses.

[He just goes with it.]

[what_ho_jeeves]

There is much to like about Jeeveses.

I hope you have a Jeeves in your life. Not a real Jeeves, obviously, for there is only the one Jeeves, but a...what is the word...metaphysical...metamorphic...metaphorical, that's the chap, a metaphorical Jeeves.

[vengeance_driven]

No.

[Flatly.]

Only Spodes.

[what_ho_jeeves]

[Bertie's mouth pulls down in an expression of sympathetic horror.]

Bleh, all Spodes and no Jeeveses. No wonder you think ill of your common man. I daresay I would too if the common man were nothing but Spodes as far as the eye could see.

[He shudders dramatically at the thought, imagining an army of Spodes in black shorts goose-stepping down the streets of Totleigh-in-the-Wold.]

May you find your Jeeves, Nikkie, to thwart and flummox the Spode army.

[vengeance_driven]

Somehow I am both impressed and a little disappointed that I understood all of that.

[It's like he learned yet another language.]