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[didorothy]

[sitting at a desk in the middle of the Astral Plane, working on his paperwork like a good little nancy boy. And, like a good little nancy boy, he's listening to a broadway musical. On the glasses Fumie gave him, to be specific.

In fact, he's singing along to one. Yes indeed, Sam's singing "If You Were Gay."]

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[theguv.livejournal.com]

Can't kill 'em, can't nick 'em, can't keep tabs on 'em. What the bloody hell do you suggest we do, then, Tyler? Since you've got all the answers, why don't you tell me what we can do about it?

[didorothy]

I.... I don't know. But it's not that. [sits back down and picks his pen up]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[watches him a moment, hands on the table, then sits back down himself, pulling out a cigarette and puffing away] Yeah, well. We'll see.

[didorothy]

Yeah. [turns his attention once more towards paperwork, sifting through sheets and filling in/correcting information where necessary]