Blackadder - Monster Sex 05

“Is it a crunchy one, my lord? I get those when I eat gravel.”

Baldrick, watching from the shadows, nodded sagely. “See?” he whispered to the stuffed raven. “Told you. Even monsters need a turnip.” Blackadder Monster Sex 05

Perdita grinned. “Knew it. You’re not a monster, Edmund. You’re just a grumpy cat who needs a good walk.” “Is it a crunchy one, my lord

Edmund still complained. About the hair on his velvet. About the smell of wet dog after a full moon. About Perdita’s habit of leaving half-eaten bones in his sarcophagus. “Is it a crunchy one

“Wit is my armor!” Edmund wailed to a stuffed raven. “It’s not meant to be… appealing !”