Make It Up
"Err..." Xaldin glared at the paper in front of him. Taxes. No, the Organization wouldn't be complete without yearly tax forms and having to let the Superior know exactly what was bought with their spending money that year...
He was still fuming when Demyx walked in the room, narrowly missing a calculator being thrown at his head.
"Taxes?"
Xaldin grunted something inaudibly. Demyx came over and tilted his head to one side, reading the records.
"You spent ALL of your money?" Demyx's eyes went wide. "Geez, Xal, we get close to 50,000 a year to spend and you use ALL of it? Wha'd you do, buy a house?"
"Call me Xal again." The unfortunate man with the sideburns warned.
"Oops. Sorry."
"You better be. Now get out."
"But how did you spend all of your research money- Wow, that's how you bought that super-cool motorcycle?"
"Gee, say it a little louder, Demyx."
"Well, gee, at least you spent 500 on lab eqpiment- YOU BOUGHT A DRUMSET AND DIDN'T TELL ME?"
"It was an expensive drumset. I didn't need you wrecking it."
"Oh- but you spent 150 dollars on a straightener?"
"My hair is very unmanageable!"
"And you're trying to write all this off one your tax forms?"
"That was the plan, until you came prncing in here and so nicely told me that I CAN'T."
"But I didn't."
"Well, what else am I suppsed to do?"
"Make it up, like everyone else?"
And with that, Demyx finally left.
"Oh- why didn't I think of that?"
Two weeks later, Xaldin received the award for "Best Made-Up-Making-the-Superior-Laugh-Because-We-Know-You-Bought-a-Straightener Tax Form."