What's the problem?

[brad_chase]

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[alan_shore]

Your job.

Tell me, how was the moment of sheer terror?

[brad_chase]

*smirks*

Tell me, are there actual flames in hell?

[alan_shore]

No, just a preponderence of memos.

[brad_chase]

Hell being your lower left hand drawer.

Are there any actual things I can do to help you at your job? *Asked, knowing a sincere answer is practically an urban legend*

[alan_shore]

I think I do a superb job without any help, if I do say so myself.

[brad_chase]

*points to Tara's post about the advantages of self-delusion*

You know, all requests for help will be kept confidential. It's okay to let others assist sometimes.

[alan_shore]

Confidentially...That mug Serena has? The one that reads ALAN in big, red letters? I'd like that.

[brad_chase]

*keeping a wary eye on Shore, dials Serena's extension*

Ms. Southerlyn? Can your please return Alan's mug - Uh huh. No. No, it wasn't me - no... listen... But it - I didn't. It was already - I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation why... It wasn't! That's not fair!

*stressed, stares at handset, dial tone buzzing from receiver*

Um... there seems to be a teaspoon incident that takes precedent.

[alan_shore]

Well, that was artfully handled.

[brad_chase]

*everyone's a critic*

No doubt a highly orchestrated set up. Did you enjoy yourself?

[alan_shore]

I enjoy all of my diabolical machinations.

[brad_chase]

You weren't, by chance, advising the Bush campaign, were you?

[alan_shore]

Did I somehow give you the impression I enjoyed the Bush campaign?

[brad_chase]

How did you feel about Eisner's ouster from Disney, then?

[alan_shore]

Serena's possession of that mug has had a much more profound impact on my life.

[brad_chase]

Watch out, Shore. Your apathy is slipping.