( o3 video )

[wearafeznow]

[ The video on the network is once more of the hat shop. The Doctor is circling round the floor on one foot, the tails of his fancy looking jacket billowing out as he twists. He reaches out to grab something silver and shining, places it on top of his head. ]

No. No. Wrong. How wrong could you be? The gem is all wrong.

[ Throwing that to where it richochets off a lamp and slides off across the wood floor. Then he ends up grabbing something black, a top hat that he has to punch inside to get standing right, sand cascading over the rim. ] Better, much better. So, city.

[ Picking up the cane he'd found, giving a twirl] Well City, how do I look?

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[wearafeznow]

Oh. But rules take away so much of the fun! And silk gloves often make me lose my grip on the escape route.

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[notelegrams]

That would, I believe, the point of formal dining rites.

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[wearafeznow]

Then why does anyone dine? Rules, tiny plates, not enough cake.

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[notelegrams]

The progression of courses, pauses and adjunct ceremonies is designed to mirror the stages of state negotiations.

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[notelegrams]

It's so people can bluff and chew when they're losing.

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[wearafeznow]

Ah, government. Something I've never got the hang of. People end up throwing the soup at me.

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[notelegrams]

Consider it a feat to survive the hors d'oeuvre.

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[wearafeznow]

Well versed in the warfare of dinner parties?

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[notelegrams]

I prefer to give my time alternative employment.

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[wearafeznow]

Something exciting?