"But sir!"
"What is it, Baldric?"
"You don't have to kill yourself - for I have a cunning plan..."
"Oh God. Is this going to be like the last one you had... What was that game called? International Potato. No, Baldric. I don't think inviting the board to stare at a King Edward for half an hour is going to save my skin this time."
"But why not show them one of our rival's games instead. You're always complaining that the old duffers never even play games anyway - they wouldn't know it wasn't ours."
"That's quite probably the worst idea I've ever heard, but it might just buy us time... Percy, fetch me one of those discs over there. Baldric, go down to the kitchen and bring me a baby carrot - the smallest you can find - just in case this ridiculous charade doesn't work..."

Scene three...
"Ah Blackadder! You've got a disc already burned to show us - excellent! Let's be having it."
"Go on then, Percy. Play it."
The room is suddenly filled with the dulcet tones of Glen Campbell singing By The Time I get To Phoenix. The board look at each other in confusion and then turn as one to stare accusingly at Blackadder.
"Oh God... You took a disc from the hi-fi, didn't you, Percy..."
Enter Baldric.
"I found you some baby carrots, sir, only I couldn't find a tin opener."