AN: One shot! Who knows, maybe I'll put more of this silliness together at a later date. Enjoy the crack ;].

Set sometime after Spike becomes corporeal inside the inner offices of W&H.

Haha! Enjoy/Review.

Angel sat at his desk, leaning forward to rest his head upon his arms, face down in a pile of papers. He was just beginning to form a proper thought as a shrill 'BLING' noise came from the computer beside him and he jumped, grasping the arms of the chair. He stared the infernal machine down for a few moments, the crease in his brow widening as if trying to intimidate it. A long pointer finger stretched out to press the button on the monitor, the slight electric fuzz filling the immediate space. He took a deep breath in and back out, "You can do this." The screen lit up, a window on the task bar blinking orange. "Fred has been taking time out of her busy physic-ologist-ical day to teach you how to use this thing." He moved the mouse, a few tries before he got the pointer over the annoyed program window and pulled it up. "New message from Spike69URFACE?" Angel shook his head with a slight grin and opened the instant messaging program.

Spike69URFACE:Ello, daddy!

Angel began to type, more messaging noises annoying his sensitive ear drums.

Spike69URFACE: Have you figured out how to use one of these things yet?

Spike69URFACE: No? I didn't think so.

Spike69URFACE: I'm going to annoy you with loud noises because, no doubt, you haven't figured out how to turn the volume down yet.

Angel blinked, staring at the machine. Turning the volume down would be very beneficial right now. He made a mental note to harass Fred about it later.

MrBOSSman2U: Spike...

Spike69URFACE:Oh haha! Thats bloody brilliant that name!

MrBOSSman2U:Where are you?

Spike69URFACE: Not even a hello? Or an I miss you muffin?!

Spike69URFACE:Rudearse.

MrBOSSman2U: Fred set it up for me, she picked the name.

Spike69URFACE: Oh yeah, there you go blaming it on poor Fred again!

Spike69URFACE: I'm in dearest Wesley's office. He's gone down to the lab to pine over little Winifred.

MrBOSSman2U: I've never blamed Fred for anything!

Spike69URFACE:Oh pish posh, darling. What about that time you got jelly doughnut all over your nice silk shirt?

MrBOSSman2U:Thats because it was her fault.

Spike69URFACE: Still, you blamed her.

MrBOSSman2U: What are you doing in Wesley's office, anyways?

Spike69URFACE: I was bored.

Spike69URFACE:ou can't see it, but I'm pouting.

Spike69URFACE: *You, even! Shitting undead fingers weren't made for typing.

Spike69URFACE: Now I'm rolling my eyes.

MrBOSSman2U: So... was there a reason you sent me a message, or did you just want to be annoying?

Spike69URFACE:Haven't figured out how to turn the volume down, have you?

Angel sighed, sometimes he regretted spending a couple of centuries with Spike as his grand childe. Okay, he regretted it all the time.

MrBOSSman2U: No...

Spike69URFACE: It's a little knobby on the speakers.

Spike69URFACE: Just like a stereo Captain Forehead.

MrBOSSman2U: Spike, unlike you, I have a lot of work to do.

Spike69URFACE: What are you gonna do, fire me? HA!

MrBOSSman2U: No, but kicking you out in the middle of the afternoon is beginning to sound rather nice.

Spike69URFACE has logged off.

Angel smirked and turned the monitor off, picking his pen up and continuing to sign the stack of documents on his desk.