Hahaha, oh man, you've got the reviews DOWN! It is horrible that I can easily imagine this sort of thing happening on the show?
""Well, and they're dangerous. If you're on a broom you can grip with your legs, but you could easily just fall off a carpet."
Richard blinked nervously and tightened his grip on the edge."
Hee. Aww, poor Hamster.
"James didn't realise exactly how true those words were, as he had no idea that, at the precise moment he was saying them, the tail of Jeremy's broom was on fire."
Yay! I mean, er, poor Jeremy. How did he manage that?
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Have some of my crazy crossover:
“They can’t have the Stig! He’s ours!” Richard said indignantly. “It’d be like us asking them if we could borrow one of their jet planes for our show.”
“D’you think we can do that?” Jeremy asked.
“What for? What would we need a jet plane for?” James wondered. “We already sort of proved a car is faster than a plane, what else can we do?”
“I’m sure we can think of something we could do with a jet plane,” Jeremy said.
“That’s besides the point. Why does the US want our Stig?” Richard leaned over to read the e-mail properly. “Ah. It’s for a military top-secret operation, and they’re not allowed to talk to us about it. They’re pretty much ordering us to send the Stig over, and no questions asked.”
The three men looked at each other. “Shall I tell them to sod off or do you want to do it?” Jeremy asked the other two.
“Hang on, you can’t just *tell* the US Air Force to sod off,” James said. “It might be considered an act of war or something.”
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Next to him, Daniel decided to try another tactic. “Look, Stig. Is it okay if I call you Stig, or is ‘the’ your first name?” He asked.
The Stig stared impassively at him, arms folded over his chest.
“I’ll, er, Stig it is then. You must be wondering why we asked you, and how we knew where you are,” Daniel said.
The Stig continued to stare at him, giving no sign of having even heard the question.
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Daniel was surprised he was interrupted like that, but tried to talk to the Stig some more. “Stig, we know who you are, and I don’t just mean that you’re the best driver on this planet. We *know* where you’re from. Really from,” Daniel said, hoping he had gotten the message across.
The Stig didn’t react.
“Go on, tell us then,” The short one said. “Where is our Stig from?”
And that's pretty much what I have so far. Hurrah!
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""Well, and they're dangerous. If you're on a broom you can grip with your legs, but you could easily just fall off a carpet."
Richard blinked nervously and tightened his grip on the edge."
Hee. Aww, poor Hamster.
"James didn't realise exactly how true those words were, as he had no idea that, at the precise moment he was saying them, the tail of Jeremy's broom was on fire."
Yay! I mean, er, poor Jeremy. How did he manage that?
----
Have some of my crazy crossover:
“They can’t have the Stig! He’s ours!” Richard said indignantly. “It’d be like us asking them if we could borrow one of their jet planes for our show.”
“D’you think we can do that?” Jeremy asked.
“What for? What would we need a jet plane for?” James wondered. “We already sort of proved a car is faster than a plane, what else can we do?”
“I’m sure we can think of something we could do with a jet plane,” Jeremy said.
“That’s besides the point. Why does the US want our Stig?” Richard leaned over to read the e-mail properly. “Ah. It’s for a military top-secret operation, and they’re not allowed to talk to us about it. They’re pretty much ordering us to send the Stig over, and no questions asked.”
The three men looked at each other. “Shall I tell them to sod off or do you want to do it?” Jeremy asked the other two.
“Hang on, you can’t just *tell* the US Air Force to sod off,” James said. “It might be considered an act of war or something.”
-----
Next to him, Daniel decided to try another tactic. “Look, Stig. Is it okay if I call you Stig, or is ‘the’ your first name?” He asked.
The Stig stared impassively at him, arms folded over his chest.
“I’ll, er, Stig it is then. You must be wondering why we asked you, and how we knew where you are,” Daniel said.
The Stig continued to stare at him, giving no sign of having even heard the question.
---
Daniel was surprised he was interrupted like that, but tried to talk to the Stig some more. “Stig, we know who you are, and I don’t just mean that you’re the best driver on this planet. We *know* where you’re from. Really from,” Daniel said, hoping he had gotten the message across.
The Stig didn’t react.
“Go on, tell us then,” The short one said. “Where is our Stig from?”
And that's pretty much what I have so far. Hurrah!