Too bad you and I weren't ordered to Fuck for England. Though it's not too late!

Merlin, I'm still all over gooseflesh from that bloody stone on Skye.

(I can't quite imagine how Charlie and Dora must have felt trying to do anything in all that. Either they were so distracted by the blinding headaches they couldn't manage anything or they'll have been practically vibrating so much that they did their solemn duty several times over. Not that I'm going to ask!)