Okay, firstly, this is TOP SECRET. Repeat it and die.
So, usually, I'm just sitting there, playing with Photoshop or mindlessly refreshing my flist every forty seconds, and then all of a sudden--
BAM. It happens.
I hear, very distantly, in the very back of my brain, a voice. Whose voice it is tends to vary. It is, however, frequently Dwight.
"Oh, no!" I exclaim in anguish. "Not again! Please! Spare me!"
"The Schrutes have exceptional skill in terms of possession," Dwight replies menacingly. "And guess what? If I want to take over your brain, you will be powerless against me."
"Jeez, Dwight!" chimes in another voice. "Just . . . gah, just leave her alone, okay?? Seriously. Why would anyone want to write about you? Eeesh! When there's the choice between you and me, it's pretty obvious who she's gonna pick."
"Michael," Jan sighs wearily. "I thought we had an agreement that you weren't going to hack into her brain anymore. I don't know how many times I have to tell you before it will register in your mind that this is very inappropriate--"
"Omigod!" Kelly chirps. "Tell her she has to write about us. Oh, God, Ryan. She could do a story about us and it would be so romantic!"
"Uh," Ryan requests bleakly, "could you . . . maybe not?"
And then it just goes on and on, and finally I must comply to their wishes. Toby usually apologizes for everything, which is why I let him wind up in bed with Pam.
Or, um, not. I am doubly caffeinated today, you see.
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Okay, firstly, this is TOP SECRET. Repeat it and die.
So, usually, I'm just sitting there, playing with Photoshop or mindlessly refreshing my flist every forty seconds, and then all of a sudden--
BAM. It happens.
I hear, very distantly, in the very back of my brain, a voice. Whose voice it is tends to vary. It is, however, frequently Dwight.
"Oh, no!" I exclaim in anguish. "Not again! Please! Spare me!"
"The Schrutes have exceptional skill in terms of possession," Dwight replies menacingly. "And guess what? If I want to take over your brain, you will be powerless against me."
"Jeez, Dwight!" chimes in another voice. "Just . . . gah, just leave her alone, okay?? Seriously. Why would anyone want to write about you? Eeesh! When there's the choice between you and me, it's pretty obvious who she's gonna pick."
"Michael," Jan sighs wearily. "I thought we had an agreement that you weren't going to hack into her brain anymore. I don't know how many times I have to tell you before it will register in your mind that this is very inappropriate--"
"Omigod!" Kelly chirps. "Tell her she has to write about us. Oh, God, Ryan. She could do a story about us and it would be so romantic!"
"Uh," Ryan requests bleakly, "could you . . . maybe not?"
And then it just goes on and on, and finally I must comply to their wishes. Toby usually apologizes for everything, which is why I let him wind up in bed with Pam.
Or, um, not. I am doubly caffeinated today, you see.
So, in conclusion, THANK YOU. You complete me.