Office Hours, Saturday Morning

[mouthy_merc]

Yup. Back in the office again.

He was kinda out of things to talk about here so there was a small sign next to him that read

Yes, am the vice principal, no you're not in the wrong place. Yes, we don't let the kiddies get killed. No, I'm not the god of the underworld. And yes, I would enjoy free cookies.

Okay, so the free cookies were just him being hopeful.

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[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I am a fine and upstanding teach--okay I'm not sure why either. But I am! I should get a plaque with that on it so everyone knows for certain."

[thepenetraitor.livejournal.com]

Weasel got into the process of setting up his laptop for prime TV watching. He'd already gotten prime wireless here, so hey, all was good. "You do that, bud," he said, magnanimously, "Maybe the administration can give you some clout to get extra on cable, too." The good channels.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

A slow smile spread over Wade's face. "...I think I might need to look into that. You know, for the kids."

[thepenetraitor.livejournal.com]

"I don't see why you couldn't use it as a, um, business investment," Weasel said. He did not at all say any of this because he had delusions of crashing on Wade's couch next year and watching a lot of cable or anything. "I mean, if they want you to be Veep, you should be catching something for it, right?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"That's where they went wrong with the last one!" Wade said. "Not enough cable and he went evil!"

[thepenetraitor.livejournal.com]

Okay, boggling time. "The last one went evil?!" Weasel, luckily, did not add 'looks like they have a pattern'. Or maybe not luckily. It was mostly a move out of experience.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"He was also the god of the underworld, so I say it was an accident waiting to happen."

[thepenetraitor.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yeah, gods," Weasel said, shrugging one shoulder, "Bunch of stuck-up nitwits, if you ask me, anyway." He clicked the mouse on his laptop a couple of times. "Sooo..."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Sooo... Porn?" He was the worst VP ever.

[thepenetraitor.livejournal.com]

"Porn!" Weasel agreed, slamming one more button and calling the Playboy Channel to life.

Glorious, glorious porn.