dracothelizard is still sleeping, I believe. Last night, I introduced her to the hellish brain-eating explosion of colours that is
We ♥ Katamari (she wants to see fic in which Jeremy Clarkson is the King of All Cosmos and forces Richard and James to roll up stars, which I think would be one of the very few cases in which the substitution of Jeremy Clarkson would be
less frightening than the original character), and then we discussed the concept of pairing characters up purely on the basis of their having the same name.
I mention this purely so that if you ever check your friendspage and find out that I have written Richard Hammond/Richard III, you will know exactly who is to blame.
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(I-IS NOW A GOOD TIME TO MENTION MY WORRY ABOUT THE SLEEPING ARRANGEMENTS? I.E. THREE PEOPLE + TWO BEDS = WHAT.)
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Also, the Stig would so be involved in the katamari rolling, and they would try to roll up either shitty cars for Jeremy to blow up in the sky, or really good cars to please Jeremy. It would be very much on crack!
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Or at least a mildly evil accidental account user.
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I won't be doing it!
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Because the last thing anyone wants or needs is a greasy katamari. XD
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i keep meaning to get hold of it at some point.
WRITE FIC
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Is there any possibility of a James May/James I sequel to your Richard Hammond/Richard III fic. Because, well, it would be SO COOL! And the guys could hunt down Guy Fawkes and all those other people and save Parliament and everyone, and James I would reward James with smexin'!
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Although now, I'm thinking this isn't as rare as I thought.
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"I don't care how many stars we need, I'm not having on with a Hyundai in it anywhere in my sight! Bring me a Lambo-star or a Bugatti-star!"
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It was difficult to accomodate them all in the news room since their recent change of size. Clarkson was adamant that, at five kilometers tall, the differential between himself and Hammond (five centimetres) was essentially the same. Hammond responded that Clarkson no longer fit on his chair. Fortunately, two hours with a Vauxhall Cavalier and Tim Wonnacott and they had bargain furniture set up precisely for the purpose. Clarkson had also acquired a crown.
"Not to disagree with you," May said, in his most reasonable voice (he had quite a selection), "but you destroyed every single star in the night sky and now can't remember doing it."
"The reasonable conclusion to draw here..." Hammond added, in agreement.