Ianto at The Office? (US) "Teaboy Temp"

[51stcenturyfox]

I had a dream last night about Ianto showing up at Dunder Mifflin as a temp (investigating an alien tech report in Scranton?)

Creed was in it.






Michael Scott: "You are a very sharp dresser, Ian. Mind if I ask where you get your suits?"

Ianto: "Actually, it's Ianto. My suits are bespoke, generally. My father was a tailor, and... "

Michael Scott: "Oh. Is that like custom made? Because mine are too. Well, kind of. I have Men's Wearhouse take in the waist and take up the bottom of the pants."

Jim: *makes a wry face at the camera*

Ianto: (after a long pause) "I see. Will there be anything else, sir?"

Michael Scott: "Oh please, we don't stand on ceremony like you British guys. Call me Michael."

Ianto: "Yes sir... Michael."

Michael Scott: "Ooh, Sir Michael. I kind of like that!"

Dwight: "Like Sir Michael in a can. Or Prince Albert in a can."

Creed: "I have a Prince Albert."

Ianto: "Sorry?"

Jim: *makes another wry face at the camera*

Creed: "It's a penile piercing. I'll show it to you. For ten dollars, or ten pounds, whichever is more."

Ianto: "Wales is actually on the Euro now."

Creed: "I take Euros."

Michael Scott: "That's what she said!" *clears throat. coughs*

Ianto: "Would anyone like more coffee?"

Everyone: "Yes!"



ETA: My entire front journal page is dominated by het. This has never happened.
Weird. Full moon?

ETA II: I know Wales is not on the Euro yet. I just liked the line. This is set in the future, okay? Shit.

Comments

[51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Creed is my fave character.

You know, maybe I should do an entire crossover episode of The (Torchwood) Office.

Ianto calling the Hub and describing the warehouse while Jack goes into throes of ecstasy at the though of all of those office supplies, resulting in transatlantic phone sex and Ianto faxing over a photocopy of his junk.

The possibilities are really endless. And scary.

[wiredblowfish.livejournal.com]

Please, please, please do!