That's what Fraser's gotta say about this whole thing? Hell no. That is not what you say. You say, 'That really sucks, Ray, buddy. I'm sorry you were FORCED into a marriage against your will, pal.' You don't take a statement. Crossing his arms and smiling tightly, Ray starts speaking in overly drawn-out tones. Just to make things crystal clear.
"Well, Fraser, I woke up in a strange, foreign castle, with no memory of how I got there. Short, freaky-looking midgets came at me with electric cattle prods. They wouldn't go away until I walked down to this hippy-looking tent village. And who's waiting for me in the tent village, but Turnbull! Who is not only unhelpful, but-" Ooooh, no. Ray is not speaking of The Thing. Ever. "-annoying. Later, when I'm out looking for good Chinese food -and I couldn't find any, Fraser. You cannot find good Chinese food in Scotland- I find out that I was apparently married to Turnbull in some freaking mass-ceremony that I wasn't even there for. Now, to me, that sounds like being forced. In case you forgot, I've already been married, ready and willing. I think I know the difference."
Oh, and now he's going into fact mode. At least that's something. Annoying, but something. If they can figure out why they're here, they can figure out when they can go home. "Okay, then, Frase. You give it a go. What the heck are we doing here, who the heck did we piss off enough to get sent here, and why are hats involved?"
Sun exposure in sub-tropi...Damn it. Rays hates it when Fraser does this. Fraser knows Ray hates it when he does this. Narrowing his eyes, Ray stands up just a little bit straighter. Enough so that it's clear that he's taller than Fraser. He's got that, at least. "Did I say it was your fault? No, I did not. I said it wasn't fair. That's not the same thing! Quit stuffing words in my mouth."
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Date: 2007-09-11 06:44 am (UTC)"Well, Fraser, I woke up in a strange, foreign castle, with no memory of how I got there. Short, freaky-looking midgets came at me with electric cattle prods. They wouldn't go away until I walked down to this hippy-looking tent village. And who's waiting for me in the tent village, but Turnbull! Who is not only unhelpful, but-" Ooooh, no. Ray is not speaking of The Thing. Ever. "-annoying. Later, when I'm out looking for good Chinese food -and I couldn't find any, Fraser. You cannot find good Chinese food in Scotland- I find out that I was apparently married to Turnbull in some freaking mass-ceremony that I wasn't even there for. Now, to me, that sounds like being forced. In case you forgot, I've already been married, ready and willing. I think I know the difference."
Oh, and now he's going into fact mode. At least that's something. Annoying, but something. If they can figure out why they're here, they can figure out when they can go home. "Okay, then, Frase. You give it a go. What the heck are we doing here, who the heck did we piss off enough to get sent here, and why are hats involved?"
Sun exposure in sub-tropi...Damn it. Rays hates it when Fraser does this. Fraser knows Ray hates it when he does this. Narrowing his eyes, Ray stands up just a little bit straighter. Enough so that it's clear that he's taller than Fraser. He's got that, at least. "Did I say it was your fault? No, I did not. I said it wasn't fair. That's not the same thing! Quit stuffing words in my mouth."