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WHAT IF THIS WAS A REAL MINE FIELD?
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CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
What, nothing happens for half the episodes?
SilentBtViolent
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Also lots of flashbacks and we're all living in the head of some fat guy.
smilie is back & better than ever!!
Ishcabittle
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I would invariably step on a mine and blow my shins off.
Eggs Mayonnaise
All In With The Nuts
I would stand still while I post. Verrrrrrry still.
Ishcabittle
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WATCH OUT FOR GRASSHOPPERS!
CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
HURLEY VERSUS HARKLEY: WHO'S JOLLIER?
[Blackadder, Baldrick and George crawling across no-man's-land.]
Edmund: All right, total and utter quiet, do you understand? So for instance if any of us crawl over any barbed wire they must on no account goaaAAAAAAAAAAHH!
Baldrick: Have you just crawled over some barbed wire sir?
Edmund: No Baldrick, I just put my elbow in a blob of ice cream.
Baldrick: Oh, that's all right then.
Edmund: Now, where the hell are we?
George: Well, it's difficult to say, we appear to have crawled into an area marked with mushrooms.
Edmund: [patiently] What do those symbols denote?
George: Pfff. That we're in a field of mushrooms?
Edmund: Lieutenant, that is a military map, it is unlikely to list interesting flora and fungi. Look at the key and you'll discover that those mushrooms aren't for picking.
George: Good Lord, you're quite right sir, it says "mine". So, these mushrooms must belong to the man who made the map.
Edmund: Either that, or we're in the middle of a mine-field.
Baldrick: Oh dear.
George: So, he owns the field as well?
[Machine-guns fire.]
George: [yelling] THEY'RE FIRING SIR, THEY'RE FIRING.
[The guns stop.]
Edmund: Ah yes, thank you Lieutenant. If they hit me you'll be sure to point it out, won't you. Now come on, get on with your drawing and let's get out of here.
George: Well, surely we ought to wait for the flare sir? You see, my medium is light.
Edmund: Just use your imagination for heavens sake. [thinks] Wait a minute, that's the answer. I can't believe I've been so stupid.
Baldrick: Yeah, that is unusual, 'cos usually I'm the stupid one.
George: Well, I'm not over-furnished in the brain department.
Edmund: Well, on this occasion I've been stupidest of all.
George: Oh, now sir! I will not have that! Baldrick and I will always be more stupid than you. Isn't that right Baldrick? [standing up] Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Baldrick: Yeah, [standing up also] stupidy, stupidy, stupidy.
[Flares are fired, lighting up George and Baldrick. Blackadder cowers on the ground.]
George: Stupidest stupids in the whole history of stupidityness.
[Machine-gun fire; Baldrick and George jump down; the guns stop.]
Edmund: Finished? I think the obvious point is this: we'll go straight out to the dugout and do the painting from there. You do the most imaginative, most exciting possible drawing of German defenses from your imagination.
George: Oh I see, now that is a challenge.
Edmund: Quite. Come on, let's get out of here.
George: Oh sir, just one thing. If we should happen to tread on a mine, what do we do?
Edmund: Well, normal procedure, Lieutenant, is to jump 200 feet into the air and scatter yourself over a wide area.
Edmund: All right, total and utter quiet, do you understand? So for instance if any of us crawl over any barbed wire they must on no account goaaAAAAAAAAAAHH!
Baldrick: Have you just crawled over some barbed wire sir?
Edmund: No Baldrick, I just put my elbow in a blob of ice cream.
Baldrick: Oh, that's all right then.
Edmund: Now, where the hell are we?
George: Well, it's difficult to say, we appear to have crawled into an area marked with mushrooms.
Edmund: [patiently] What do those symbols denote?
George: Pfff. That we're in a field of mushrooms?
Edmund: Lieutenant, that is a military map, it is unlikely to list interesting flora and fungi. Look at the key and you'll discover that those mushrooms aren't for picking.
George: Good Lord, you're quite right sir, it says "mine". So, these mushrooms must belong to the man who made the map.
Edmund: Either that, or we're in the middle of a mine-field.
Baldrick: Oh dear.
George: So, he owns the field as well?
[Machine-guns fire.]
George: [yelling] THEY'RE FIRING SIR, THEY'RE FIRING.
[The guns stop.]
Edmund: Ah yes, thank you Lieutenant. If they hit me you'll be sure to point it out, won't you. Now come on, get on with your drawing and let's get out of here.
George: Well, surely we ought to wait for the flare sir? You see, my medium is light.
Edmund: Just use your imagination for heavens sake. [thinks] Wait a minute, that's the answer. I can't believe I've been so stupid.
Baldrick: Yeah, that is unusual, 'cos usually I'm the stupid one.
George: Well, I'm not over-furnished in the brain department.
Edmund: Well, on this occasion I've been stupidest of all.
George: Oh, now sir! I will not have that! Baldrick and I will always be more stupid than you. Isn't that right Baldrick? [standing up] Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Baldrick: Yeah, [standing up also] stupidy, stupidy, stupidy.
[Flares are fired, lighting up George and Baldrick. Blackadder cowers on the ground.]
George: Stupidest stupids in the whole history of stupidityness.
[Machine-gun fire; Baldrick and George jump down; the guns stop.]
Edmund: Finished? I think the obvious point is this: we'll go straight out to the dugout and do the painting from there. You do the most imaginative, most exciting possible drawing of German defenses from your imagination.
George: Oh I see, now that is a challenge.
Edmund: Quite. Come on, let's get out of here.
George: Oh sir, just one thing. If we should happen to tread on a mine, what do we do?
Edmund: Well, normal procedure, Lieutenant, is to jump 200 feet into the air and scatter yourself over a wide area.
CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
My God, she's not Welsh, is she?