05: Blackadder Monster Sex

“Count Blackadder!” Perdita boomed, clapping him on the back so hard a century of dust puffed from his velvet coat. “Heard you’ve been moping in that crypt for a generation. Cheer up! Eternal damnation doesn’t have to be so glum.”

“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.” Blackadder Monster Sex 05

Perdita only grinned, her canines lengthening. “Ooh, prickly. I like it. Want to go howl at the moon? I promise not to chase you too hard.” “Count Blackadder

Perdita grinned. “Knew it. You’re not a monster, Edmund. You’re just a grumpy cat who needs a good walk.” “Count Blackadder!” Perdita boomed