Because, Amanda and I were talking on the phone last night, and decided this would be adorable, and she said I should write it. Mind you, if my facts are wonky, I direct you to my icon. IT'S NOT ABOUT THE FACTS, IT'S ABOUT THE LOLZ.

( However, that just wasn't the focal point of the headache, panging at his [tiny] skull at that moment, as he sat on a blanket, in the middle of his private quarters, doing none other than paperwork in the evening hours. )