Jeremy was about to attempt to strangle Richard when he noticed that in the back of the car there was a white furry cotton-woolish thing... "Oh, God, you didn't bring the mutt, did you?"
Richard straightened up and looked rather affronted. "She seems to prefer the new occupant of your body."
"Yes, Richard, because I'm so incredibly concerned about the opinion of your bloody dog-thing."
Richard scowled. Harriet had a rather strange expression on her face. Jeremy eyed her curiously, and was about to ask her what exactly she was thinking, when he heard a rather alarming sound from within the house.
"Quick, they're coming out! Run for it!" The whole lot of them dived inside Richard's Porsche 911, Jeremy ending up stuck in the back with, well, himself and the dog. Top Gear Dog gave him a condescending look. She was above such business, and she settled down to sleep.
Richard drove at ridiculous speeds until they were far enough away from the house not to worry about random members of the family wondering why exactly Jeremy Clarkson, Richard Hammond and Top Gear Dog had congregated outside their house.
"Did you have to bring this?" Jeremy asked, irritated.
"Jeremy, I just saved you from having to pretend to be a convincing teenage girl, something I would never have let you live down... actually, on second thoughts..."
"Don't you dare, Hammond. I won't complain about your stupid car." Jeremy crossed his arms and sulked.
(Um, I may be wrong about some things. Because, well, I usually am.)
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Oh, dear, I know.
Jeremy was about to attempt to strangle Richard when he noticed that in the back of the car there was a white furry cotton-woolish thing... "Oh, God, you didn't bring the mutt, did you?"
Richard straightened up and looked rather affronted. "She seems to prefer the new occupant of your body."
"Yes, Richard, because I'm so incredibly concerned about the opinion of your bloody dog-thing."
Richard scowled. Harriet had a rather strange expression on her face. Jeremy eyed her curiously, and was about to ask her what exactly she was thinking, when he heard a rather alarming sound from within the house.
"Quick, they're coming out! Run for it!" The whole lot of them dived inside Richard's Porsche 911, Jeremy ending up stuck in the back with, well, himself and the dog. Top Gear Dog gave him a condescending look. She was above such business, and she settled down to sleep.
Richard drove at ridiculous speeds until they were far enough away from the house not to worry about random members of the family wondering why exactly Jeremy Clarkson, Richard Hammond and Top Gear Dog had congregated outside their house.
"Did you have to bring this?" Jeremy asked, irritated.
"Jeremy, I just saved you from having to pretend to be a convincing teenage girl, something I would never have let you live down... actually, on second thoughts..."
"Don't you dare, Hammond. I won't complain about your stupid car." Jeremy crossed his arms and sulked.
(Um, I may be wrong about some things. Because, well, I usually am.)