CONVERSATION
By Vixen
Disclaimer: Warren's not mine, but I love him anyway.

WARREN: Hey, are you sleeping on the job? You're
supposed to be writing a fic here, focus people!

VIX: Warren? How the hell did you just type that on my
computer?

WARREN: I'm tech-wiz guy, remember? Come on, get with
it. Are you going to write this or not?

VIX: Um... maybe.

WARREN: Do you know there's only one fic devoted to
the Troika on the whole internet? It's just... really
annoying. I mean, come on, aren't I good enough to
have fic? Fine. Fine. Be that way.

VIX: But I'll screw it up, I'll make you like... heroic
or something.

WARREN: The problem being...?

VIX: Well, you *are* a villain. An inept villain--

WARREN: HEY! I am not inept.

VIX: Wanna bet Mr. Archnemesis--nemeses?

WARREN: You just wait until I'm ruling Sunnydale, then
we'll see who the Archnemesis is!

VIX: A-huh. Riiiiight.

WARREN: This conversation is getting us nowhere.... Why
don't you bow down to me already?

VIX: Someday, Warren, someday. But, yeah, we were
talking about the Adam-Warren-switching-bodies fic.
Think I should write it?

WARREN: If you don't I'll just hypnotize you to be my
fic-author slave.

VIX: Hmm... well, when you put it that way. Okay then,
it's settled, off I go to write a fic. Bye! *Leaves*