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10/10/10 – The Unspectacular Filler

I sat at my computer, letting out a heavy sigh.

"It's the Tenth of the Tenth of the Tenth, maybe there's potential in that…no, there isn't," I moaned.

"Whatcha doin'?"

Timmy walked into the room, looking over my shoulder.

"I'm trying to think of a oneshot I can write in under an hour," I replied, "I've got something to do later, you see."

"Well, it is the Tenth of the…"

"Yes, I know," I replied, irritably.

"Well, maybe you could do something about clones, then?" shrugged Timmy, "Ten of 'em…"

"That would take too long," I replied.

"Maybe you could find one of your older oneshots in your documents, then?"

"Don't have anything suitable," I groaned.

"Reapers?"

"No, Harbinger's threatening to sue," I replied, "Says I'm giving his race a bad name."

Late last night, the telephone rang, and I picked it up.

"Yeah?"

"ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL."

"Oh, yes, hello Mr. Harbinger, how are you doing?"

"I HAVE AN UNDERSTANDING THAT YOU HAVE BEGUN A SMEAR CAMPAIGN AGAINST THE REAPERS."

"…uh, no, those are just stories, nothing more."

"I DEMAND THAT YOU CEASE AND DESIST."

"But they're just…"

"IF I MUST BREAK YOU, IMBICILE, I WILL."

"Alright, I'll give it a rest. Goodbye, Har-"

"WE ARE YOUR SALVATION THROUGH DESTRUCTION. WE ARE YOUR GENETIC…"

"Goodbye, Harbinger."

I hung up.

"Well," mused Timmy, "Maybe you could do the Freddy oneshot?"

"Nah, I don't want to rush that one," I replied, "I've got all day tomorrow to work on it, anyway."

"Got it," nodded Timmy, "How about robots?"

"No, I got a cease and desist for that as well."

The doorbell rang, and I answered. I was immediately introduced to a metal fist.

"Stop turnin' people into robots, you jackass!"

I climbed off the ground and wiped my bleeding nose.

"Oh, hello Bender," I greeted, "What have I done wrong?"

"You keep turnin' people into robots," growled Bender, "That's weird and disturbing! How'd you like it if I turned into a meatbag right in front of ya?"

"Well, I'd be very surprised," I admitted.

"Good!" snapped Bender, "Now get me a Jack Daniels!"

I shut the door.

"Are there any other machine races I've pissed off this week?" I demanded.

A metallic hand tapped on my shoulder, and I turned around.

"THE CYBERMEN ARE OFFENDED BY YOUR PERCEPTION OF HUMAN-MACHINE UP-GRADING AS DEGREDETORY," a Cyberman informed me, "YOU WILL BE DELETED."

"Get out of my house," I replied.

"OK," continued Timmy, "Well, what can you do?

"We could rap."

"No," deadpanned Timmy.

I sighed.

"I'm just going to have to tell 'em I failed," I sighed, "Thirty-one days, and I only made it ten, what a shame."

"Meh, stuff happens," shrugged Timmy.

I nodded, and looked at the screen.

"OH MY GOD, WORDS HAVE APPEARED!" I yelled.

Timmy looked closely.

"Dude, just you just write everything we just said?" he asked.

"Yeah," I nodded, "That's actually pretty creepy."

There was a short silence.

"Oh well," I grinned, "I'll put it up, and then I will have not failed! Brilliant!"

I grinned, and closed the window.

"I'm awesome," I sighed.

"Did you remember to save?" asked Timmy.

I thought for a second.

The resulting profanity could be heard in New Delhi.

Yeah, this is a filler. Sorry.