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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.

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