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ptahrrific) wrote2007-06-28 01:41 am
ptahrrific) wrote2007-06-28 01:41 am
Fake News: A More Perfect Union
Title: A More Perfect Union
Fandom: TDS
Genre: Comedy
Rating: G if you don't think about the implications too hard.
Words: ~200
Disclaimer:
Please, make no mistake:
these people aren't fake,
but what's said here is no more than fiction.
It only was writ
because we like their wit
and wisecracks, and pull-squints, and diction.
We don't mean to quibble,
but this can't be libel;
it's never implied to be real.
No disrespect's meant;
if you disapprove, then,
the back button's right up there. Deal.
Notes: The first fic from the May 7, 2007 toss.
A More Perfect Union
"You wouldn't believe how many hoops I had to jump through to get this for a few days. Okay, you probably would. I had to jump through a lot of hoops, is what I'm saying."
Stephen unrolled it; Jon grew suddenly shy, fiddled with the edge of his T-shirt, brushed imaginary dust from the desk.
"Is this legit?" asked Stephen with a gasp.
A nod.
"Is this ... because of Monday's toss?"
"Well, yeah."
"Jon," slowly, "you realize that was just a line, right?"
Silence.
"Er. Well."
"I didn't even write it. I think it was Allison's idea."
Jon shuffled his feet. Stephen spread the document gently across the desk and let out a low whistle.
"You're an idiot, Stewart. An adorable idiot, but an idiot nonetheless."
"I know. I don't know what I was thinking."
Stephen rolled it back up with infinite care, slipped it back into its case. "Why would I risk damaging a precious historical document - of which there are less than two dozen original copies in existence - in such a crude and, frankly, disturbing manner?"
"Rub it in, why don't you," sighed Jon.
Stephen reached behind a filing cabinet, retrieved a cardboard tube, drew from it a piece of paper the same size and shade. "That's what souvenir reproductions are for."
Fandom: TDS
Genre: Comedy
Rating: G if you don't think about the implications too hard.
Words: ~200
Disclaimer:
Please, make no mistake:
these people aren't fake,
but what's said here is no more than fiction.
It only was writ
because we like their wit
and wisecracks, and pull-squints, and diction.
We don't mean to quibble,
but this can't be libel;
it's never implied to be real.
No disrespect's meant;
if you disapprove, then,
the back button's right up there. Deal.
Notes: The first fic from the May 7, 2007 toss.
A More Perfect Union
"You wouldn't believe how many hoops I had to jump through to get this for a few days. Okay, you probably would. I had to jump through a lot of hoops, is what I'm saying."
Stephen unrolled it; Jon grew suddenly shy, fiddled with the edge of his T-shirt, brushed imaginary dust from the desk.
"Is this legit?" asked Stephen with a gasp.
A nod.
"Is this ... because of Monday's toss?"
"Well, yeah."
"Jon," slowly, "you realize that was just a line, right?"
Silence.
"Er. Well."
"I didn't even write it. I think it was Allison's idea."
Jon shuffled his feet. Stephen spread the document gently across the desk and let out a low whistle.
"You're an idiot, Stewart. An adorable idiot, but an idiot nonetheless."
"I know. I don't know what I was thinking."
Stephen rolled it back up with infinite care, slipped it back into its case. "Why would I risk damaging a precious historical document - of which there are less than two dozen original copies in existence - in such a crude and, frankly, disturbing manner?"
"Rub it in, why don't you," sighed Jon.
Stephen reached behind a filing cabinet, retrieved a cardboard tube, drew from it a piece of paper the same size and shade. "That's what souvenir reproductions are for."