Danger Mouse stared over his right shoulder in vague dread, using his keen, razor-sharp intellect to gauge the painful capacity of the implement affixed to the bizarre contraption, and arrived at the conclusion that, from the looks of it, the thickness and length of the paddle certainly did have the capacity to truly smart. The White Wonder swallowed once, and let out a nervous chuckle, looking to his commander with a futilely hopeful eye, "Ahahaha… I... don't suppose a stern talking to might be sufficient, Colonel? A slapped wrist, perhaps? I assure you, and Her Majesty, that it will never happen again~!"
Unless he had another light SLAM to the head at some point in the future… he really had to train himself against these eventualities! How did one harden their head to the point of diamonds? Penfold was more 'soft in the head' in that respect…
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