Oh, dear. You have made the heinous error of encouraging me in my silly crossover-writing and now are doomed to my bombarding you with snippets.
"So, this is the fastest thing you've got?" Jeremy asked. Behind him, James looked meaningfully at Richard and mouthed 'POWER!'. "How many brake horsepower is it?"
"I'm sorry?"
"Oh, for God's sake. How many brake horsepower does this broom have?" he said, exaggeratedly loudly and slowly.
The poor girl behind the counter looked terrified. "Um - "
"Or owlpower, or - or dragonpower, or whatever you people measure it in. For God's sake, you must have some way of measuring power."
"The Cirrus MX is the fastest broom on the market at the moment, and - "
"I don't care!"
Richard snorted. "Yes, you do."
"Saying it's the fastest broom on the market means nothing to me when I've got no way of measuring how fast it is. How fast are brooms generally? Could I outrun, say, Captain Slow in his incredible flying machine on one of these?" He paused. "That's probably a bad example. A regular broom could do that."
James interposed. "You'll have to excuse my companion; he's a lunatic," he said reassuringly to the shopgirl, before pointing out the copies of Which Broomstick stacked beside the till. "You might want to take a look at these before you kill this poor girl, Jeremy."
Jeremy seized a magazine and began hunting through it, ignoring the protests of the shopgirl.
"My God, this is boring," he concluded eventually. "Broom journalism obviously needs us. Okay, I'll have the MX. Do you take credit cards?"
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"So, this is the fastest thing you've got?" Jeremy asked. Behind him, James looked meaningfully at Richard and mouthed 'POWER!'. "How many brake horsepower is it?"
"I'm sorry?"
"Oh, for God's sake. How many brake horsepower does this broom have?" he said, exaggeratedly loudly and slowly.
The poor girl behind the counter looked terrified. "Um - "
"Or owlpower, or - or dragonpower, or whatever you people measure it in. For God's sake, you must have some way of measuring power."
"The Cirrus MX is the fastest broom on the market at the moment, and - "
"I don't care!"
Richard snorted. "Yes, you do."
"Saying it's the fastest broom on the market means nothing to me when I've got no way of measuring how fast it is. How fast are brooms generally? Could I outrun, say, Captain Slow in his incredible flying machine on one of these?" He paused. "That's probably a bad example. A regular broom could do that."
James interposed. "You'll have to excuse my companion; he's a lunatic," he said reassuringly to the shopgirl, before pointing out the copies of Which Broomstick stacked beside the till. "You might want to take a look at these before you kill this poor girl, Jeremy."
Jeremy seized a magazine and began hunting through it, ignoring the protests of the shopgirl.
"My God, this is boring," he concluded eventually. "Broom journalism obviously needs us. Okay, I'll have the MX. Do you take credit cards?"