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[dhatuofjake]

And I thought Election Day was bad?

Zoey, can I come hide in your office if he gets any worse? And he will get worse, I know that.

I'm afraid to walk by Toby's office. If Josh is this keyed up, I don't want to know how bad Toby's going to be.

Twelve more hours, and then the fun /really/ begins.

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[deputydeputy]

Just wait until tomorrow, when the /real/ fun begins.

[dhatuofjake]

How much fun could we possibly hope to have? It's an embarassment of riches.

[deputydeputy]

It is. Don't worry, in 48 hours it will be over. Until the next big crisis happens, that is.

(Did you manage to convinve Carol to bake brownies?)

[dhatuofjake]

Aren't there usually ten or twelve crises brewing at any given moment?

(She brought me some leftover cookies the other day, because she hasn't had time yet. They were the textbook defination of delicious. I think Carol's my favorite member of Planet Assistant. No offense.)

[jlyman]

I don't know what your problem is, Jake. This is the fun part!

[dhatuofjake]

I can see why you and Donna are both so slim.
You walk faster than some runners of my aquaintance do /marathons./

Now if only you had better aim, you might just beat me at basketball.

[jlyman]

We should really play baseball. America's pasttime.

I don't understand why you're having trouble keeping up.

[zee_triscuit]

Yes, feel free. I'll always help a fellow Lyman refugee.

[dhatuofjake]

I was telling Donna -- we're like our own little subset of Planet Assistant.

[zee_triscuit]

That we are... the Lyman Brigade? Lyman Survivors?

[deputydeputy]

Don't give him any ideas. He already has a swelled head from the Lemon-Lyman groupies.

(I like brigade better.)