February 18, 2008
Eeew! With A Gamey Leg?***
Actually, I'm surprised the result isn't higher, given that a) I'm quite hungry at the moment, and b) I'm feeling quite malevolent regarding my doofus colleague. Perhaps if the quiz had asked whether one would be willing to eat one's co-workers instead of one's friends, the results might have been more gruesome.
Yips! to Beth via Jen, neither of whom is quite so bloody-minded.
*** Spot the quote.
WHICH DOOFUS COLLEAGUE YIPS from Steve-O: 100%.
UPDATE: Typo (which is what it was) corrected. Bloody vikings.
Posted by Robert at February 18, 2008 10:50 AM | TrackBackNote to self: Never go skiing with Robbo and family. :)
Posted by: beth at February 18, 2008 11:05 AMSir!
I am writing to object to the insinuation that cannibalism is rife within the Royal Navy. As everyone knows it is now a greater problem within the RAF.
Sincerely,
Cpt. B.J. Smethig, R.N. (Ret)
With a side of Spam, Spam, Spam, baked beans, and Spam)
Posted by: BWS at February 18, 2008 01:12 PM48%!? I thought I'd be much higher. I definitely would do it if circumstances forced it, I just wouldn't do it on a lark again.
Posted by: rbj at February 18, 2008 01:42 PMIt's "gamey", not game.
HODGES: We can't go on much longer, sir. We haven't eaten since the fifth day.
MORLEY: We're done for, we're done for!
LIEUTENANT: Shut up, Morley.
HODGES: We've got to keep hoping. Someone may find us.
LEWIS: How we feeling, Captain?
CAPTAIN: Not too good. I...I feel so weak.
MORLEY: We can't hold out much longer.
CAPTAIN: Listen...chaps...there's still a chance. I'm...done for, I've...got a gamey leg and I'm going fast; I'll never get through. But...some of you might. So...you'd better eat me.
HODGES: Eat you, sir?
CAPTAIN: Yes. Eat me.
HODGES: Ewwww! With a gamey leg?
CAPTAIN: You don't eat the leg, HODGES. There's still plenty of good meat. Look at that arm.
MORLEY: It's not just the leg, sir.
CAPTAIN: What do you mean?
MORLEY: Well, sir...it's just that �
CAPTAIN: Why don't you want to eat me?
MORLEY: I'd� I�d� I�d rather eat Johnson, sir!
HODGES: So would I, sir.
LEWIS: Definitely.
CAPTAIN: I see.
JOHNSON: I'm not an hors doeuvre, everyone's gonna eat me!
LIEUTENANT: Uh, well.
MORLEY: What, sir?
LIEUTENANT: Go ahead, please, but I won't �
MORLEY: Oh nonsense, sir, you're starving.
LIEUTENANT: No, no, it's not that.
MORLEY: What's the matter with Johnson, sir?
LIEUTENANT: Well,�. he's not kosher.
MORLEY: That depends how we kill him, sir.
LIEUTENANT: Yes, that's true. But to be perfectly frank I...I like my meat a little more lean. I'd rather eat Hodges.
HODGES: Blimey! Oh well, all right.
MORLEY (sulking): I still prefer Johnson.
CAPTAIN: I wish you'd all stop bickering and eat me!
LEWIS: Look. I tell you what. Those who want to can eat Johnson. And you, sir (to Lieutenant), can have my leg. And we make some stock from the Captain, and then we'll have Johnson cold for supper.
CREW: (cacophonous, all at once)
CAPT: Hmm, yes, good idea.
MORL: Excellent thinking, very good.
LIEUT: I don't suppose we could have Hodges in the morning?
HODGES: Good idea, yes.
JOHN: Wonderful menu. Yes.
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