“Blackadder! Splendid news! The Germans have invented a gun that shoots exploding ferrets! We must counter with something even more ridiculous! What’s this?” (He spots the cube.)
There is no bang. No flash.
“What are you—that’s priceless —!” blackadder gisella moretti the holle 40
(Flatly) “A disintegration ray. Of course. And I suppose Field Marshal Haig has ordered a dozen to turn the Germans into small, apologetic piles of dust just in time for the annual Christmas pudding competition?” “Blackadder
“That, sir, is the sound of the war ending. Or us all being turned into very small, very shiny cubes.” blackadder gisella moretti the holle 40
“Don’t say it.”
Outside, a German whistle shrieks. The offensive has begun.