James: What’s he like then, Alfred Hamilton?
Thomas: Ooh he’s er. He’s, er. He’s, er
Miranda: Good lord James, I think you’ve broken him
Thomas: No, no, no. It’s just that he’s, er. He’s, er
James: I think – I think what we may be witnessing here is Thomas attempting to describe something with an adjective other than “brilliant”
Thomas: Yeah, n-n-no I wouldn’t say he was b-b- I mean obviously everyone’s b-. No, he’s not brilliant. He’s, er. He’s alright
James: God
Miranda: Yes
James: He must be *awful*
I’m looking at pictures of Captain Flint from Black Sails and… I have a theory as to how his big-ass belts stay up when he’s got nothing for hips and no belt-loops that I can see….
His booty. His bubble butt booty that brings all the boys to his ship.
No wonder he hides that weapon of ass destruction behind long coats!