Gonna put out a PSA now because we're halfway through the year...
You guys are gonna get sick of me during the September - December time. I am a Halloween bitch and a Christmas slut and thrive in cold weather. There's no driving me away, there's no extermination. I am a festive cockroach; I will never die...
It's a hot and sticky weather in Camelot, currently Arthur and Merlin are in the prince's chamber's with Arthur at his desk pretending to write, whilst Merlin is flopped on the floor like a starfish.
Arthur: Merlin
Merlin: No
Arthur: Don't make me come over there
Merlin: *fanning himself* This really isn't the time for that kind of physical activity sire
Arthur: What? I'm not—Merlin! That's not what I meant you little brat.
Arthur: *pauses*...but if you want me to, I'll gladly come in—