Top Gear Dog showed a surprising turn of speed when the branding iron came out, and she took shelter behind the Stig's legs.
"Look. Everyone knows it's the number of beast." Jeremy said. He waved the iron at the only slightly visible fur ball that peeked out at him. "And as that is the only animal we've got..."
"You are not getting anywhere near her with that," Richard interrupted and grabbed at the metal pole Clarkson held.
James watched the ensuing tug of war for a few moments before he got bored. "It's not, you know."
"What's not what?"
"The number of the beast isn't 666. It's 616. In fact, there's been a common mistranslation..."
"It doesn't matter what number it is!" Richard turned back to Jeremy, "No-one is going to brand Top Gear Dog."
"Fine." Jeremy let go of the branding iron and it sizzled as it hit the ground. "But she's got to have the number somewhere. How about a new collar?"
I really don't know where these bits are coming from
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Top Gear Dog showed a surprising turn of speed when the branding iron came out, and she took shelter behind the Stig's legs.
"Look. Everyone knows it's the number of beast." Jeremy said. He waved the iron at the only slightly visible fur ball that peeked out at him. "And as that is the only animal we've got..."
"You are not getting anywhere near her with that," Richard interrupted and grabbed at the metal pole Clarkson held.
James watched the ensuing tug of war for a few moments before he got bored. "It's not, you know."
"What's not what?"
"The number of the beast isn't 666. It's 616. In fact, there's been a common mistranslation..."
"It doesn't matter what number it is!" Richard turned back to Jeremy, "No-one is going to brand Top Gear Dog."
"Fine." Jeremy let go of the branding iron and it sizzled as it hit the ground. "But she's got to have the number somewhere. How about a new collar?"