Chapter Three
A Gentleman's Gentleman's Gentleman
"Well, your credentials look very impressive, I must say," Bertie Wooster said, standing in front of Edmund Blackadder. "And who is this little creature you have with you."
"I call him, Baldrick, sir," Blackadder said, "He is my servant, and if you hire me, he will do as you command."
"So, two valets, you say? I suppose I would have to pay twice as much then, wouldn't I?" Bertie questioned.
"No, sir. Our dual services come to you at a very reasonable price. Baldrick and I share the wages fifty-fifty," Blackadder replied.
Baldrick looked outraged, "But sir, you've never given me a single penny!"
Smacking him in the back of the head, Blackadder said, "Speak when spoken to, Baldrick!"
"Yes, sir," said Baldrick apologetically.
"Well, tally ho, with a bing and a bong and a buzz buzz buzz! Two valets for the price of one! No wonder Jeeves told me to stay away from you. He probably didn't want me to know what I was missing!" said Bertie.
"Jeeves, sir?" said Blackadder.
"Oh, never mind him. He was just my old valet. A complete arse-head. Always trying to tell me how to dress, how to behave etcetera, etcetera. I'm glad to finally be rid of him," Bertie lied. "By the way, you won't critique my wardrobe will you? I mean, you won't object to me wearing clothing that deviates slightly from the norm, will you?"
"Sir, everyday I am seen with Baldrick. And everyday he dresses like a dung ball. I hardly think anything you could wear could possibly be worse than that," Blackadder said.
"Yes, well, if I ever try to leave the house looking like him, you'll be sure to knock me unconscious and take me to the nut house, won't you?" Bertie said.
Laughing, Blackadder said, "Nothing would give me greater pleasure, sir."
"Good! All right, we're off then! On to Totleigh Towers!" Bertie said as he left the apartment.
Blackadder left next, whispering into Baldrick's ear, "You mess this up, Baldrick, and you're dead. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
A Gentleman's Gentleman's Gentleman
"Well, your credentials look very impressive, I must say," Bertie Wooster said, standing in front of Edmund Blackadder. "And who is this little creature you have with you."
"I call him, Baldrick, sir," Blackadder said, "He is my servant, and if you hire me, he will do as you command."
"So, two valets, you say? I suppose I would have to pay twice as much then, wouldn't I?" Bertie questioned.
"No, sir. Our dual services come to you at a very reasonable price. Baldrick and I share the wages fifty-fifty," Blackadder replied.
Baldrick looked outraged, "But sir, you've never given me a single penny!"
Smacking him in the back of the head, Blackadder said, "Speak when spoken to, Baldrick!"
"Yes, sir," said Baldrick apologetically.
"Well, tally ho, with a bing and a bong and a buzz buzz buzz! Two valets for the price of one! No wonder Jeeves told me to stay away from you. He probably didn't want me to know what I was missing!" said Bertie.
"Jeeves, sir?" said Blackadder.
"Oh, never mind him. He was just my old valet. A complete arse-head. Always trying to tell me how to dress, how to behave etcetera, etcetera. I'm glad to finally be rid of him," Bertie lied. "By the way, you won't critique my wardrobe will you? I mean, you won't object to me wearing clothing that deviates slightly from the norm, will you?"
"Sir, everyday I am seen with Baldrick. And everyday he dresses like a dung ball. I hardly think anything you could wear could possibly be worse than that," Blackadder said.
"Yes, well, if I ever try to leave the house looking like him, you'll be sure to knock me unconscious and take me to the nut house, won't you?" Bertie said.
Laughing, Blackadder said, "Nothing would give me greater pleasure, sir."
"Good! All right, we're off then! On to Totleigh Towers!" Bertie said as he left the apartment.
Blackadder left next, whispering into Baldrick's ear, "You mess this up, Baldrick, and you're dead. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."