Ding ding! Round Two

[pontisbright]

So, sword-fighting Five or sword-fighting Ten: who wins?


Pyjama-clad psychopath?


Or dainty chap in a jumper?


Following the 'looking a bit like someone's dad' principle, I'm afraid that's a win to the new boy.

Although Fivey gets points for having swishy hair, and having to fight a man with a plastic nose armed with this:


Hm. What next: competitive unconsciousness?


In another shocking development, someone put Turlough in bondage. If they ever made a Turlough action figure, it would come supplied with its own pair of handcuffs. And we would all be quite happy.

Comments

[spiritedchaos.livejournal.com]

Aha!
I see through you!
If you were truely under the command of the Black Guardian you'd be also spending time face down sprawled on the floor!

Admit it, you're a shameless pervert like me! not like me - Black Guardian all the way here!

[pontisbright.livejournal.com]

Aha - but because I am feebly kowtowing to his every depraved suggestion, I am free from floor-sprawling! He and I are getting on famously:)

(Having just capped Petey in his knickers, I don;t think there's much doubt that I'm a shameless pervert any more, sigh.)

[spiritedchaos.livejournal.com]

"Having just capped Petey in his knickers, I don't think there's much doubt that I'm a shameless pervert any more"

You didn't spend a significant part of your evening colouring Fivey's ah...trouser regions - I so win on the pervy front!