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

[tekiclutch.livejournal.com]

Aw, Ten won by default there. I think it's the screencap that makes Five look like somebody's dad.

By the way, Turlough looks totally bored to me. "Bondage again? *sigh*" geehee.

[pontisbright.livejournal.com]

Ten has the advantage of a bigger sword.

Um.

Never mind. I was going to say something sensible about fight co-ordinators, but it's gone now...Um.

[spiritedchaos.livejournal.com]

"Ten has the advantage of a bigger sword."

Honestly!

as I said above Five has the bigger talent

The sheer pervyness of Five/Five has broken my brain and it's so your fault

[pontisbright.livejournal.com]

*whips out icon*

[spiritedchaos.livejournal.com]

Oh no, and I quote:

"If there's Five/Five on the table, then I might have to change my bid. Cos, you know...that would be double the pretty"

defintely your fault - bit of a freudian slip on your part me thinks ;)

[pontisbright.livejournal.com]

But it was duckman what put the words into my mouth. Truth! I spent ages standing in a corridor acting vigorously at nothing but a crystal and everything!

[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!