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I say, Apollo old fruit? Ah, rather an awkward q, but that Hades chappie, well; he rather said he was your husband. Now I know, er, our marriage was nothing more than one of those queer viruses, but I can't help but be curious, you know. Not that I'm jealous! No, I should bally well think not. We Woosters are known for our selflessness and generosity of spirit; it'd hardly be like me to get in a bit of a tizz because of something as trifling as this, what?

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Oooh, man troubles, huh? I can totally relate, except for the whole, ya know, gay marriage part, but I mean, the cheated on part I get.

Ah, er, well; not quite. That is to say, I wasn't precisely married to the chap; I'd thought I was, you know, but it turned out to be one of those rummy virus oojahs that rampage through the community every once in a while. Still, you understand; a touch awkward, what?

Oh.

My.

God, you talk so awesomely! It's like... old Englishey Britainy Cheerio, ya know what I mean?

Ohmigod, but anyway, heeee, yeah, a touch awkward.... what. Although, I've never actually experienced one of those!

You are not the first to comment on old Bertram's vernacular- it seems to rather stand out in this place- but I daresay you're one of the only ones who seems to approve. Bit of a refresher, that.

Oh! I suppose an introduction would be in order; Bertram Wilberforce Wooster, though do call me Bertie. Much more personable, what? Not to mentioned a dashed sight less tongue-tying. Marvellous to make your a, I'm sure.

My uncle, he -- he, ah. The virii rather effect him more severely than the rest of us, he gets involved. It seems whoever caused this particular infliction married me to both yourself and him.

In any case, the best course of action to take is to ignore him. If he continues to bother you, Bertie, then tell me, hm?

Your uncle? Dash it all, is that strictly legal? Or... eugh. The thought of one of Bertram's aunts or uncles signing up to put on the old ankle braces with me; well, I mean to say! A thought to make the limbs quiver and the persp. bead upon the brow, what?

Oh, rather. Though of course, it's not as if we're, er, married anymore, is it? I mean, well.

We are Greek, dear heart. Legality is neither here nor there, and in any case... it would, quite frankly, horrify you to know just what sort of debauchery goes on within my family. Let us leave it at that, hm?

But still, I should hate for him to harass you so. He is being uncharacteristically possessive of me.

Ah, yes, I suppose that would be- quite. One learns the old tales as a lad, don't you know; the great British educational system is rather enamoured of the Greek tradition.

Piffle, my good fellow. If that's harassment... well, I've had much worse from my aged Aunt A, trust me.

As it should be! I should hate to think that any education would be without knowledge of the classics; after all, had it not been for us, you would never have had your Renaissance.

Allow me my not-husband privileges, Bertie~ Indulge me, if you will.

In-bally-deed! Learned chappies, you Greeks. Inventors of democracy and all that.

Well, if you put it that way...

Amongst other things, yes.

And I do. ♥

Well, you know, I could hardly run through all their accomplishments in one comment, could I? It'd probably turn into one of those intellectual treatise type whatsits, and while Bertram may not be such a dim bulb as some might tell you, I have certainly never been a scholar.

... &hearts at you as well.

You could very well try, I would mind it not. We are as any mortal would be; we love to have people talk about us.

Heh. ♥

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