Drop your panties, Sir William; I cannot wait until lunchtime!

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semplice randomly texted me this afternoon. Alarmingly, it was while I was idly fondling my phone as it sat on my desk. What followed was a... conversation.


(lana = white, me = green. I am too lazy to transcribe. Yay iphone screenshots!)

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AHHH. And more to the point, why am I sitting here figuring this out instead of doing Actual Work?

Because these are the important Questions Of The Universe, Lana! THIS IS WHAT THE TARDIS IS FOR!

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Ahahaha on my summary of visit today I'm going to have to find something else to put instead of "most of my day was spent recasting my friends and I into Torchwood."

Maybe Claire could be Jack.

Maybe Monkey is Jack and the rest of us are Weevils. And also, someone needs to be PC Andy.

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Monkey = Janet, duh

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So Claire has to be Owen the Weevil King. And I still think you're the Butler and I'm Gwen.

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Maybe Jack is Jack. He can travel through space and time, after all (sometimes, at least).

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And then he will have sex with us all.