“Wit is my armor!” Edmund wailed to a stuffed raven. “It’s not meant to be… appealing !”
Part One: A Most Unwelcome Throb
Edmund learned of the plot during a tedious card game. He had a choice: do nothing, preserve his social standing, and watch Perdita suffer a slow, agonizing transformation into a very expensive paperweight. Or intervene, make a mortal enemy of Duke Malvolio, and potentially get his own head mounted on a pike. Blackadder Monster Sex 05
She found him later, trying to scrub wolfbane rash off his fingertips with a pumice stone. “Wit is my armor
Baldrick looked alarmed. “Shall I fetch the priest, my lord? Or the vet?” Or intervene, make a mortal enemy of Duke
“Right you are, my lord,” Baldrick would say, picking something unspeakable from his fangs. Baldrick was a ghoul. A simple ghoul. “Though I did have a turnip once. Felt a bit wobbly about it.”