Life as a Comic-book loving, fashion-obsessed, classic litterature reading, horror-adoring movie-nerd with a weakness for the small things in life.
Lord Flasheart: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait a minute. Now I may be packing the kind of tackle that you'd normally expect to find swinging about between the hindlegs of a Grand National winner, but I'm not totally stupid. I've got the kind of feeling you'd rather we hadn't come.
Captain Blackadder: No, no, no, I'm very grateful. It's just that I'd slow you up.
Lord Flasheart: I think I'm beginning to understand.
Captain Blackadder: Are... are you?
Lord Flasheart: Just because I can give multiple orgasms to the furniture just by sitting on it, doesn't mean that I'm not sick of this damn war! The blood. The noise. The endless poetry.