Sweet merciful heaven. Whose Line is it Anyway? fan fiction? This seems almost too strange and pathetic to make fun of:
“Jolly good, then…” Clive Anderson said briskly, rubbing his hands together with a slightly manic giggle. He was a small, balding man with bright eyes and a knowing, arrogant smirk. “Colin, are we ready?” Tall, fair-haired Colin Mochrie wandered into the room, his brown eyes vacant.
I mean, come on. I’m a big fan of the show, but this is a little ridiculous.