Lovejoy strode down the deck, carrying his librarian water.

"Good golly, miss molly! I appear to have misplaced my Dictionary!"

"Oh Shnookums!!!"Molly sympathised, stepping on a cake in her haste to sympathise.

"Mind you watch that cake, Molly! Really, someone should clean this place up, it is starting to resemble the likes of widgety grubs and candy canes!"

Molly nodded ecstatically as Rose sprung out of a nearby life boat.

"Oh my god! I just saw jack eating Clipsal slime!"

"My, my! I daresay, someone should throw an arrow at that rather ugly duckling!!" Lovejoy cheered.

Rose frowned.

"You can't talk! Next time i see you wearing a pink corset, i'll shove a guitar up your ass!"

Molly's eyes widened. "My, my!"She pondered. To Rose, she whispered "I always thought he was a bit queer. Ever since that day I caught him standing on an atlas in a g-string."

Lovejoy gave Molly a strange look as though he could hear her statement.

"I never said there were roses in Majorca, Molly!" he said, looking heartbroken.

Molly frowned. "It's just not cricket, Lovejoy" She said, angrily casting a look that slightly resembled that of a tweety bird.

Rose's expression brightened noticeably.

"Cal was drunk, and went on a hot date with.... MUNDUNGUS FLETCHER!!"

Molly choked on that. "My, my... I say My, My a lot."

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