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\\#104 Love and Death in London;Liz and Jess: We’re going to London! Jolly good! Lucy Friday: I didn’t ask you to be assigned to me, so I’m going to give you the most ridiculous assignments I can think of. Lady Wimpole: Poo Poo!!!!! *cries* Rene: Hi, Liz. *suggestive glance* Liz: Who are you, again? Portia: I’m a right nasty bitch. Lina: I’m just a poor unassuming girl from Liverpool. Really. David: Lina, do you-- Lina: Excuse me, I must use the lavatory. Jessica: Eww, a body. Robert: I’m Lord Robert Pembroke. Junior. Come with me for a wild weekend in the country with my stuffy family. Jessica: Kee-doke! Robert: Did I mention I own half of England? Luke. Hi. I’m Luke, a quiet poet who works for the paper. Liz: I think I’ve found my soul mate. What, Todd? Umm…Luke’s my English soul mate. You misunderstood me. Lina: Aaaaaaaaah! Liz: Poo Poo! Luke: There are werewolves killing people. Seriously. Liz: Ok. Lina: Liz, I’m really Princess, Eliana. I couldn’t keep lying to your meaningful eye contact any longer. Don’t tell anyone. Liz: Ok. Portia: I’m not really such a nasty bitch. Jessica: Like we care. Robert: I drive a cool car. And we raise sheep. Lord Pembroke: Who are you? Luke: Luke Shepherd. Sound familiar? *glare* Lord Pembroke: *cough* You work for the paper, right…. Luke: This pendant will protect you from the werewolves. Liz: Let’s make out. Liz: Ohmigod! I had a bad dream now and there's a dead body and now I think Jessica’s dead. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! |
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