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[camwyn]

So, uh, is it morally wrong to cast a voice actor for an NPC in one of your RPG plots based solely on the fact that you really want to hear Hugh Grant's voice saying "Excuse me, I, ah, well, well, I could be wrong, but I seem to... erm... be a brain in some sort of... jar?"

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[bastets-place.livejournal.com]

No. and now I want to hear it, too.

[batyatoon]

Yes. Yes, it is.

Do it anyway.

[camwyn]

Great. THen I need to talk to Alex.

I did say Ramsey Campbell was an English astronaut.

[viridian.livejournal.com]

If that's wrong, I don't wanna be right!

[http://users.livejournal.com/_ruthven_/]

That's priceless.

[camwyn]

Technically it isn't really a jar, it's more of a brain cylinder, but honestly, it's not as if he can really tell from his perspective.

[maps-or-guitars.livejournal.com]

And I can hear him saying that, too.

Oh dear, I'm sorry.

[taimatsu]

I spent last night down at the Drones enjoying a convivial snifter with other habitues of that distinguished gentleman's resort; perhaps the evening may have degenerated somewhat - perhaps I may have had one or two more than Aunt Agatha would consider appropriate, but nevertheless I let myself into the flat at a decent hour - three am, if I remember correctly- and retired to my bed much as usual, Jeeves spiriting away my discarded garments and so on. A downright ordinary evening.

I woke the following morning at some confoundedly early hour, to what sounded like some bally birds cheeping outside the window - dashed inconsiderate when a chap's feeling fragile, I always think.

I essayed to open an eye. Something felt wrong. I attempted to feel for the bell on my bedside table. Why hadn't Jeeves brought in the usual pick-me-up? Something was very wrong indeed. I wondered blearily what it could be. Hand. Where was my hand? Why couldn't I see anything?

Suddenly light dawned - there in front of me, larger than life, was Jeeves, lifting... the cover... off my... jar. "Good morning, sir," he intoned. "Your tea is ready."

The cheeping noise continued, sounding louder and more mechanical. It seemed to be coming from a bank of machines opposite me. Where was my wardrobe? My bed? Where was I?

A horrible clarity invaded my senses, and I realised that my entire body seemed to be strangely absent. What was I seeing with? Where were my ears? What, in heaven's name, had happened to my arms and legs?

"Jeeves!" I cried - I found my voice seemed to issue from a different location from normal, somewhere up and to the right. I found myself strangely reluctant to utter my suspicions - they seemed so bizarre. "Jeeves, pardon me if I seem to be raving. I... I could be wrong, but I seem to... erm... be a brain in some sort of... jar?"

"Yes, sir. You are quite correct. You are indeed a brain in a jar."

I noticed, with a growing sense of horror, that Jeeves was wearing some sort of white coat affair, and was in the act of pouring my cup of tea into some sort of bally funnel arrangement in front of me.

"Jeeves!" I croaked. "Explain yourself!"

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[taimatsu]

Your post made me think of Hugh *Laurie* saying it, and that gave me Jeeves and Wooster :)

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[camwyn]

*snooooork*

Fetch me the waxwork mechanized hands, someone; this deserves applause!

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[batyatoon]

.... *ded*
*very very ded*

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[taimatsu]

C'mon, isn't Jeeves just that little bit sinister, even when being played by Stephen Fry? ;D

I once tried to write Jeeves/Wooster slashfic, but this works much much better :)

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[pandoras-closet.livejournal.com]

*Claps* Bravo! Bravo!

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[rymenhild.livejournal.com]

*passes by, reads, falls on floor laughing, applauds*

[james-the-evil1.livejournal.com]

I'd rather hear Alan Rickman say it.

[camwyn]

Alan Rickman wouldn't stammer amusingly, though. He'd seethe.

[james-the-evil1.livejournal.com]

Yeah :-D

[kippurbird.livejournal.com]

I could totally hear him say that.

[midnightlurker.livejournal.com]

Awesome and win. :)

There's precedent of sorts; Barbara Hambly wrote her character Antryg Windrose with the clear intent that he be "played" by Tom Baker...

[ymfaery]

...that's supposed to be wrong? XD