My dear Monsieur Chariot ~

Should one perchance allow more than a dash of absinthe to find its way into the mix, would this go from Deadly to Lethal?

Just asking.

My dear Monsieur Lazar ~

What say I fix you one, and we make a little toast to your theory? Bottoms up!

I'm hesitant to call anything not composed of gin plus an illusion of vermouth a martini. Forgive an old school dilettanté, its my only vice. After years of arduous experiment, I prefer my martinis like the Antarctic; very dry, almost frozen and deathly in quantity

Notwithstanding, the "du Monsieur" sounds yummy. I'd like to see a picture of the colour the red vermouth and absinthe turn when shaken with ice.

L_Lazar has the right idea.
I would increase the absinthe sinisterly with each round.

"The martini's a lovely beverage ,
I'll have one or two at the most.
Three and I'm under the table,
Four and I'm under the host."
- D_Parker

Mon petite poos-poos ~

Any more of that alleycat yowling and I shall throw my shoe!

Of course there is the other Martini comment: "Martini's are like breasts, one is not enough, two is just right, three is too many"

Whee! I think we are all becoming a tad tosspotty!

If one is not tosspotty then cavorting in a public fountain is so gauche.

Mon petit minou ~

And we all know how poos-poos feels about a douse in la fontaine! Prudence!

Mrrow. And if said Quill Pen has been dipped in blood..?

Ooooo-Lalalalala! Mademoiselle V, une fille dangereuse!

I have all of these ingredients in my liquor cabinet at home. I see an after-work cocktail in my future...

Oooo-Lalalalalala! Prudence, Mademoiselle! Prudence!

my dearest m chariot,

May I please add some Prozac to mine?

My dear Monsieur Docteur Parikh ~

M. Chariot is of the opinion that someone as high-spirited as yourself needs nothing more than an extra dash of absinthe. Allow me to fix you something very tall and very cool!

M'sieu, and how would the pen be inked? A J. Herbin d'accord, mais quelle coleur? Je pense que eclat de saphir peut-etre? It should give such a nice purplish tinge, so right for prose (sorry, just couldn't resist, he said).

Garçon! This gentleman has had one too many chilled glasses of cidre normand!