A/N: This little piece of apparently brainless fluff is a collaborative effort between L-Syllabub and Turathionen. We rock.
And….we have credits. These are very very important. Do not skip them. You have been warned.
Turathionen: If and when you read this, I'd like you to bear in mind that it was written all in one little room, in the pitch dark, and we were having a competition to see who could come up with the dumbest plot-bunny. It contains slash (well duh, I contributed to it) in large amounts, and a lot of apparently OOC stuffs. Honestly, though, these are the bits that so should have been in the Left Behind books, but just weren't, for some strange reason. And now, over to L-S.
LSyllabub: It is a shame that we don't own this series (and are thus not making any money or infringing on any rights and all that legal jazz. Go go Disclaimer Power!) because if we did you know this would obviously be up for all kinds of literary awards. Pinter's got nothing on us. Sadly this gem is relegated to a small beshadowed corner of the net.
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Out-Takes
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"Due to the lack of report on my desk, Leon, I am going to have to demote you to just a regular minion. Is that okay with you?" Nicolae asked, leaning back in his chair lazily.
"Nooo! Excellency, I will not be able to survive without your presence! I live and breathe the time I spend with you! Every waking hour I revere and worship you! Can I still be Supreme Commander? Please?" Leon cried dramatically, falling to his knees in despair.
"Okay, if it means that much to you, then you can have your job back. Just get up off the floor, idiot." the potentate replied scornfully.