MASTER AND SERVANT
WOW: lounge. Dean's not pulling his weight around the bunker
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"Dean, are you gonna quit lounging around and help me to tidy the bunker?"
Dean sighed, and reluctantly tore his eyes away from the TV.
"I wish I'd been a Roman emperor. I could spend all day just laying here on the couch with some gorgeous nubile slave feeding me grapes."
"I sometimes feel like I'm your slave Dean."
"Ugh, Sammy – nothing gorgeous or nubile about you!"
"Right. And there's nothing imperial about you."
"'Course, if I was a roman emperor, I could have you ganked for sassing me."
"Okay. Remember Dean; most Roman emperors were ganked by members of their own family. Just saying…"
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