Cracking open dry, crusted eyes the merest smidgen, Bertie drank down the glass of Jeeves’ restorative. After a rough moan, a bit of twitching, and a gurgle or two, something approaching life zinged through the Wooster corpus.
Voice now sounding less like the bellow of an enraged Spode, Jeeves asked, “Do you feel any improvement, sir?”
“Ugh… slightly less like a puddle of painful ooze,” Bertie rasped. “Jeeves, old thing, I’ve made a New Year’s resolution.”
“Sir?”
“Never, ever try to keep up with Claude and Eustace on New Year’s Eve.” Bertie shuddered.
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Date: 2013-01-27 11:21 am (UTC)Cracking open dry, crusted eyes the merest smidgen, Bertie drank down the glass of Jeeves’ restorative. After a rough moan, a bit of twitching, and a gurgle or two, something approaching life zinged through the Wooster corpus.
Voice now sounding less like the bellow of an enraged Spode, Jeeves asked, “Do you feel any improvement, sir?”
“Ugh… slightly less like a puddle of painful ooze,” Bertie rasped. “Jeeves, old thing, I’ve made a New Year’s resolution.”
“Sir?”
“Never, ever try to keep up with Claude and Eustace on New Year’s Eve.” Bertie shuddered.
“A wise decision, sir,” Jeeves agreed firmly.