Oh dear God, there are so many scenes that need to be written. I AM NEVER GOING TO ESCAPE THIS CROSSOVER EVER.
From the Stargate POV, Richard is 'the short one', Jeremy is 'the loud one', and I think I described James as 'in dire need of a haircut'.
I absolutely love you.
"It's a bit like Aladdin, isn't it?" James asked, leaning back on his elbows as they flew over Russia at night.
"If you start singing 'A Whole New World', I am going to kill you. I swear it."
James couldn't resist such temptation. "I can show you the world - "
"Stop it!"
"Shining, shimmering - Hammond!"
The footage of the next few seconds was dark and chaotic. Richard insisted afterwards that he had been desperately trying to scramble away from the clearly insane James, while James claimed that Richard had flung himself at him, either to kill him or because he just couldn't resist the allure of his off-key singing. Whatever it was, something happened that pitched Richard Hammond off the carpet and into the cold night air.
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"Now, as you can see, this broom is fitted with headlights. You may not have noticed them before, for the very good reason that they weren't there." If that silly flying camera-ball was actually getting a clear recording of this, he was going to eat his remaining hair. "Technically I'm not supposed to modify this broom, but cheating has always been an important part of the Top Gear tradition. My point is that, if you go to buy the Cirrus MX, don't expect it to come with headlights, because it doesn't. I don't understand these people. They're able to make bits of wood shoot through the air, but not one of them ever thought 'hmm, perhaps it might be useful to be able to see at night'? You know what; forget it. Just buy a car. If I'm interpreting that dark shape up there correctly, I'm just about to encounter another flock of stupid geese."
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James stared for a moment, unable to believe what had just happened, before scrambling to the edge of the carpet and grabbing the wand in his belt. He tried Summoning him - "Accio Hammond!" - without effect, and then gripped the side as hard as he could and kicked the carpet into a dive. Richard had already fallen so far that he couldn't even tell where he was, let alone catch him, but he had to try.
James was just beginning to give up hope and wonder how to break the news to Richard's family when a broom hoved into view carrying two people, the passenger in the back with his arms tightly wrapped around the waist of the man in front.
"He's trying to commit suicide already, May?" Jeremy called. "Were you talking about true airspeed again?"
"You did not just catch him," James said in disbelief.
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From the Stargate POV, Richard is 'the short one', Jeremy is 'the loud one', and I think I described James as 'in dire need of a haircut'.
I absolutely love you.
"It's a bit like Aladdin, isn't it?" James asked, leaning back on his elbows as they flew over Russia at night.
"If you start singing 'A Whole New World', I am going to kill you. I swear it."
James couldn't resist such temptation. "I can show you the world - "
"Stop it!"
"Shining, shimmering - Hammond!"
The footage of the next few seconds was dark and chaotic. Richard insisted afterwards that he had been desperately trying to scramble away from the clearly insane James, while James claimed that Richard had flung himself at him, either to kill him or because he just couldn't resist the allure of his off-key singing. Whatever it was, something happened that pitched Richard Hammond off the carpet and into the cold night air.
"Now, as you can see, this broom is fitted with headlights. You may not have noticed them before, for the very good reason that they weren't there." If that silly flying camera-ball was actually getting a clear recording of this, he was going to eat his remaining hair. "Technically I'm not supposed to modify this broom, but cheating has always been an important part of the Top Gear tradition. My point is that, if you go to buy the Cirrus MX, don't expect it to come with headlights, because it doesn't. I don't understand these people. They're able to make bits of wood shoot through the air, but not one of them ever thought 'hmm, perhaps it might be useful to be able to see at night'? You know what; forget it. Just buy a car. If I'm interpreting that dark shape up there correctly, I'm just about to encounter another flock of stupid geese."
James stared for a moment, unable to believe what had just happened, before scrambling to the edge of the carpet and grabbing the wand in his belt. He tried Summoning him - "Accio Hammond!" - without effect, and then gripped the side as hard as he could and kicked the carpet into a dive. Richard had already fallen so far that he couldn't even tell where he was, let alone catch him, but he had to try.
James was just beginning to give up hope and wonder how to break the news to Richard's family when a broom hoved into view carrying two people, the passenger in the back with his arms tightly wrapped around the waist of the man in front.
"He's trying to commit suicide already, May?" Jeremy called. "Were you talking about true airspeed again?"
"You did not just catch him," James said in disbelief.
"Oh, I think I did."