Er, the Thieving Trio may perhaps have stolen that too. The contents are hopefully replaceable. Or perhaps Jeremy will catch up with them later and steal it back, because he loves and adores the purse, and he will of course return the contents to you, because he only cares about the purse and not the contents.
(Erm, no, it apparently isn't finally over, because Harriet needs to get home and Jeremy needs to put his Evil Plan into action. Um, sorry about that.)
"Well then," said Jeremy, "I'm back to my normal self, aren't I, Hammond?" And then he waggled his eyebrows in a most unnerving manner.
"No, Jeremy, you want to keep a purse. You've clearly been irreparably damaged and I couldn't possibly take advantage."
"Well, then maybe James can take advantage instead." Jeremy turned to May, his evil expression looking so much more deliciously evil now that he was back in his own body.
May looked startled. He glanced over at Richard. "Is that what you meant when you said I didn't want to know?"
Richard nodded. "Yes. Yes it was. He certainly didn't have any other evil plans."
"Er, I hate to interrupt, but shouldn't you be taking me home?" said Harriet. TG nodded her approval.
"Oh, yes, of course," said May, beginning to walk back to the cars.
"But you wouldn't want to pass up on an opportunity to sample the delights of Hogglesbrook, would you?" said Jeremy quickly. "And of course, they're all the better if you sample them on your own. You could even get a bus home if you don't like it." Jeremy's grin was that of an escaped lunatic with a machete.
Harriet glanced around her. Hogglesbrook certainly was beautiful. There was a lake in the distance that stretched for miles, shimmering like blue silk all the way into the distance; a silvery moon that shone brightly like a watchful eye keeping the villagers safe; it was lovely. "But, er, aren't I going to need somewhere to sleep?"
"You mean you'd pass up the opportunity of sleeping under the stars? Honestly, you just don't appreciate nature."
May frowned at Clarkson. "You are the most irresponsible man I've ever had the misfortune to meet. We'll take you home, Harriet."
"But she wants to stay in Hogglesbrook!"
"Well, then, she can come here on holiday. I'm not prolonging this ridiculous drama just so you can make some ill-advised attempt to seduce me; which by the way is very unlikely to work."
Hammond sighed with immense relief.
"I haven't told him the whole plan yet, Rich, there's still hope," said Clarkson smugly.
(Help! I cannot stop writing it! I like writing it too much!)
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Er, the Thieving Trio may perhaps have stolen that too. The contents are hopefully replaceable. Or perhaps Jeremy will catch up with them later and steal it back, because he loves and adores the purse, and he will of course return the contents to you, because he only cares about the purse and not the contents.
(Erm, no, it apparently isn't finally over, because Harriet needs to get home and Jeremy needs to put his Evil Plan into action. Um, sorry about that.)
"Well then," said Jeremy, "I'm back to my normal self, aren't I, Hammond?" And then he waggled his eyebrows in a most unnerving manner.
"No, Jeremy, you want to keep a purse. You've clearly been irreparably damaged and I couldn't possibly take advantage."
"Well, then maybe James can take advantage instead." Jeremy turned to May, his evil expression looking so much more deliciously evil now that he was back in his own body.
May looked startled. He glanced over at Richard. "Is that what you meant when you said I didn't want to know?"
Richard nodded. "Yes. Yes it was. He certainly didn't have any other evil plans."
"Er, I hate to interrupt, but shouldn't you be taking me home?" said Harriet. TG nodded her approval.
"Oh, yes, of course," said May, beginning to walk back to the cars.
"But you wouldn't want to pass up on an opportunity to sample the delights of Hogglesbrook, would you?" said Jeremy quickly. "And of course, they're all the better if you sample them on your own. You could even get a bus home if you don't like it." Jeremy's grin was that of an escaped lunatic with a machete.
Harriet glanced around her. Hogglesbrook certainly was beautiful. There was a lake in the distance that stretched for miles, shimmering like blue silk all the way into the distance; a silvery moon that shone brightly like a watchful eye keeping the villagers safe; it was lovely. "But, er, aren't I going to need somewhere to sleep?"
"You mean you'd pass up the opportunity of sleeping under the stars? Honestly, you just don't appreciate nature."
May frowned at Clarkson. "You are the most irresponsible man I've ever had the misfortune to meet. We'll take you home, Harriet."
"But she wants to stay in Hogglesbrook!"
"Well, then, she can come here on holiday. I'm not prolonging this ridiculous drama just so you can make some ill-advised attempt to seduce me; which by the way is very unlikely to work."
Hammond sighed with immense relief.
"I haven't told him the whole plan yet, Rich, there's still hope," said Clarkson smugly.
(Help! I cannot stop writing it! I like writing it too much!)