A/N: This is dedicated to the ever-so-gorgeous George Clooney who I worship like a stone………

Smith sighed as he walked up the stairs.  He was absolutely exhausted.  It wasn't easy being him.  As if cloning himself again and again wasn't tiring enough, he'd then had to go fight Neo!  He rubbed the back of his head ruefully.  Despite what most believed, agents, and indeed ex-agents, did feel pain.  Especially when they were whacked in the back of the head with a pole.

He finally reached the level he was looking for.  He pulled out his keys and unlocked the apartment door.  He threw his keys onto the kitchen table and switched on the radio.  Then, cracking his neck, he opened his bedroom door and walked in…………..

To find his girlfriend

Cheating on him!

Smith was furious! 

"Rachel!!" He yelled.  Rachel leapt up.  She yanked a sheet off the bed and hastily wrapped it around herself.

"Angus?!"

Smith ignored her.  He stormed towards the man on the bed.

"Hello," the man smirked.

"YOU?!"

"Yes me.  Me, me, me."

"Angus what's going on?!" Rachel asked, her eyes flicking from the man on the bed to Smith. 

"Nothing dear.  This impostor was just leaving."  The man roughly grabbed Smith and threw him out of the apartment.

Smith was distraught.  After all, he had just found his girlfriend cheating on him.  With himself!  After a couple of minutes of feeling sorry for himself, Smith decided he would go and drown his sorrows with a beer or two.  He tried to get up, but suddenly found that his tie was stuck in the door!  He couldn't move!  Smith tried desperately to think of a way to escape from the evil clutches of the door.  A few suggestions flittered into his head, but none of them would work.  There was only one thing he could do.  Stifling a sob, Smith slowly undid his tie and did the unthinkable.  He removed it.  Then he got up and desolately walked all the way down the stairs again. 

Smith walked into the pub, which, as usual, was packed.  He managed to find a spot near the bar and ordered a vodka cruiser.

Smith groaned as the sun shone directly on is face.  His head pounded.  He lazily opened his eyes and looked around.  Where the hell was he?!  As he looked more closely at his surroundings, he suddenly realised where he was.  He began violently throwing up.  Smith was lying in the back seat of Agent Jones' car!  He rolled out of the car as quickly as he could, yanking his shirt on as he did.  Suddenly he heard a sickening crunch.  Slowly he reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out….

His precious sunglasses

In seven pieces.

Smith looked at the pieces and immediately burst into hysterical tears.

P.S. Well I can't post anymore; my brains still stuck on the picture of Smith without a shirt :D mmmmmm……….ahem.  Anyways, stay tuned for the next edition of my wacky story :D