Aziraphale bit his lower lip to stop from laughing at him. "Oh you poor thing!" he cooed, "First I shot you in the face with a pai - pa - bloody ball, then you're all sprawled about on the floor like a, a right drunkard, or a, a duck that's... er..." He rubbed the back of his head. He was sure he had a point. "Drunk. Are you... all right then?"
He tried his best to make it over to Barnaby to heal his head, but only made it about halfway before he dropped to his knees to assure he didn't 'pull a Barnaby.'
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Date: Saturday, 6 March 2010 02:32 (UTC)He tried his best to make it over to Barnaby to heal his head, but only made it about halfway before he dropped to his knees to assure he didn't 'pull a Barnaby.'