The correspondents on the scene were no longer the exclusive topics of their respective news programs; now the anchors on American networks were only cutting to them every few minutes, and the foreign correspondents were having tea together at the BBC International news van.
Ah! Tea, just like Becky Boo!
"Oh, come off it, Stephen!" snapped Tad. "There's no agenda, there's no conspiracy, there's no secret plot, most gay people couldn't care less about you. You're just in love with Mr. Stewart. Deal with it."
And no one looked more shocked at that than the building manager himself.
Finally speaking up for himself. Yay Tad!
"Great! Are you sure you couldn't stand a movie? There's one playing right nearby, one of those romantic comedies where all the couples get together at the end. Which, yeah, I know how that sounds, but everyone says it's much better than they were expecting."
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Ah! Tea, just like Becky Boo!
"Oh, come off it, Stephen!" snapped Tad. "There's no agenda, there's no conspiracy, there's no secret plot, most gay people couldn't care less about you. You're just in love with Mr. Stewart. Deal with it."
And no one looked more shocked at that than the building manager himself.
Finally speaking up for himself. Yay Tad!
"Great! Are you sure you couldn't stand a movie? There's one playing right nearby, one of those romantic comedies where all the couples get together at the end. Which, yeah, I know how that sounds, but everyone says it's much better than they were expecting."
Oh, I just adore the irony. And Keith, yay! =]]