I am so very, very insanely pleased that you like it! Oh, dear, I can see Jeremy doing that also, and presuming flailing far too much and looking like an idiot. Or, in this case, making you look like an idiot.
Oh, indeed, I'm sure Top Gear Dog would be very fond of you. Again, I am so very pleased that you like the weird, weird thing!
Um, apparently I am in a fic-writing mood, and apparently this is what my brain has decided to do with it.
Richard stalked back to the car, scowling. A man sat outside the pub was hooting with laughter at the spectacle, and he shot him a death glare before returning to Clarkson.
"Jeremy, what the bloody hell was that? I thought you wanted a drink, but you're clearly already bladdered if you're going to act like that in public."
"It was a brilliant plan, Richard, but unfortunately it was ruined." He turned to Harriet. "You could at least try to look guilty."
Harriet and TG glared at him.
Richard scowled. "You do realise this means you won't be getting a drink break in the future, no matter how thirsty you may be?" Harriet looked slightly worried.
"Er, does that mean we'll be driving for a while? Where exactly are we going?" Richard made a huffing noise.
"Somewhere where this berk can't embarrass me." And then Richard climbed back into the car, slamming the door behind him, and Jeremy sat in the front seat, away from a very annoyed-looking Harriet and TG.
Jeremy smirked at him. "I can always embarrass you, Hammnond. I'll lean out of the car window and yell, 'I'm Hammond's new girlfriend, but really he likes Jeremy!'."
Richard turned to give him a look of extreme anger. "For the last time, Jeremy, I'm not gay. And if I was, I wouldn't be interested in you. No-one in their right mind would be."
Jeremy smirked again, and the smirk was even more smug this time. "She does," he said, and indicated Harriet with his thumb.
"She's been through a very traumatic experience, Clarkson. I'm sure she had no interest in you whatsoever before."
Harriet coloured slightly, and Richard, noticing this in the driver's mirror, turned round to give her an exasperated stare. "Couldn't you help me out a little?" He sniggered. "I suppose at least I know what Clarkson looks like when he's...blushing..." Richard collapsed in giggles over the steering wheel. Jeremy scowled. He couldn't drive in this state.
(I just had a rather alarming bout of déjà vu. It was strange.)
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Oh, indeed, I'm sure Top Gear Dog would be very fond of you. Again, I am so very pleased that you like the weird, weird thing!
Um, apparently I am in a fic-writing mood, and apparently this is what my brain has decided to do with it.
Richard stalked back to the car, scowling. A man sat outside the pub was hooting with laughter at the spectacle, and he shot him a death glare before returning to Clarkson.
"Jeremy, what the bloody hell was that? I thought you wanted a drink, but you're clearly already bladdered if you're going to act like that in public."
"It was a brilliant plan, Richard, but unfortunately it was ruined." He turned to Harriet. "You could at least try to look guilty."
Harriet and TG glared at him.
Richard scowled. "You do realise this means you won't be getting a drink break in the future, no matter how thirsty you may be?" Harriet looked slightly worried.
"Er, does that mean we'll be driving for a while? Where exactly are we going?" Richard made a huffing noise.
"Somewhere where this berk can't embarrass me." And then Richard climbed back into the car, slamming the door behind him, and Jeremy sat in the front seat, away from a very annoyed-looking Harriet and TG.
Jeremy smirked at him. "I can always embarrass you, Hammnond. I'll lean out of the car window and yell, 'I'm Hammond's new girlfriend, but really he likes Jeremy!'."
Richard turned to give him a look of extreme anger. "For the last time, Jeremy, I'm not gay. And if I was, I wouldn't be interested in you. No-one in their right mind would be."
Jeremy smirked again, and the smirk was even more smug this time. "She does," he said, and indicated Harriet with his thumb.
"She's been through a very traumatic experience, Clarkson. I'm sure she had no interest in you whatsoever before."
Harriet coloured slightly, and Richard, noticing this in the driver's mirror, turned round to give her an exasperated stare. "Couldn't you help me out a little?" He sniggered. "I suppose at least I know what Clarkson looks like when he's...blushing..." Richard collapsed in giggles over the steering wheel. Jeremy scowled. He couldn't drive in this state.
(I just had a rather alarming bout of déjà vu. It was strange.)