"Fine." I practically spat the word at him. He's really starting to piss me off. "What do you want me to call you then?" I had a couple of names that sprung to mind, but they weren't very nice at all and I bit my tongue very hard to keep from saying them out loud.
"It's not my fault you're stuck down here, so I really wish you'd get that stick out of your ass. You weren't the one murdered by someone who you thought was your friend." That had hurt more than the bullets. Managed to shut my mouth before I said anything else.
I walked over to the mailbox and grabbed the papers, sorting through them. When I turned back there was already more in the box. "Because this is hell and they have nothing better to do than keep us busy with things they could easily handle themselves."
Flipped through the papers and snorted. "Deal with demons, see why the humans in pit 32 weren't being tortured long enough, and find out who had been eating the toner for the copy machine on the third floor. Eating the toner?" I set the papers on his desk. "This is all just busy work, none of it is vital."
I gave him a slight smile that wasn't at all nice. It was good to remember that I was in a position to actually have him reprimanded for such a tone. "My name is Wesley, McDonald. And why should I remove the stick from my arse, while your still clinging on so fiercely to yours." This little job of his might just be more amusing then I thought. Well, you had to make the best of things in Hell.
So he was murdered by Lorne. Boohoo, I'm in tears. No really, but only for Lorne. Angel should've never asked that of him. Gunn or Spike or even myself would've done the job. Well, maybe not Gunn. Then again, we were all doomed. All except Lorne. But he'd never seen it coming from Lorne. Which is probably why Angel did it. I hope Lorne's happy wherever he is, though I doubt it. I should look him up maybe.
"If you expect me to have sympathy for someone who's gone out of his way to kill Angel for years now, I suggest you look elsewhere. You're just pissed because in the end he won and you didn't. The only one I feel sorry for is Lorne. Now I don't want to hear another word about it." Arsehole and his stuck up attitude. He's no longer the hot shot lawyer here.
"Eating the toner?" Why would anyone want to eat the toner and why do we care? "Just tell them to keep buying new toner. It's not as though we really care about that." I grabbed the other papers and glanced over them. Hmmm. Hell pit 32 didn't seem very high ranked. Maybe I could start my little rebellion there. Though, quietly of course. Can't trust anyone here. Least of of Mister 'I've a stick up my arse myself and woe me I've been shot' McDonald here.
Wesley 'I'm dead and very pissed off about being in hell even though I have a very high position' Wyndam-Pryce. Fine. Whatever you say, boss. I do not have a stick up my ass either. Besides, if I'd really wanted to kill Angel, he would be dead.
I almost said something very rude, but he'd told me he didn't want to hear any more about it, so I had to shut up. Part of me was curious as to what he might do for a punishment though. Need to behave myself, no matter how angry I am.
"I don't think they'll like your answer about the toner." And they always hurt the messenger. "That crap is expensive. Can't you like use your powers to see who it is so they can be punished for it? Has to be a demon, humans wouldn't even think about putting that stuff in their mouth."
There was a rustle of paper and when I turned to look at the mailbox, it was full again. "I'm starting to think your mailbox is evil." Walking over, I grabbed it all. Maybe if we covered it with duct tape, it would seal shut. That gave me an idea. I set my arm across the hole and waited.
My arm started to tingle and the next thing I knew, I piece of paper sliced through it. "Fuck!" This was like the mother of all papercuts. I hopped around for a moment, swearing in every language I knew before slapping at the mailbox with my hand. I'd just had a fight with a mailbox. When I turned around I know I was blushing. "Um... sorry?"
Look at that. Now that's what I call inner seething. I bet he's convincing himself now that if he wanted Angel dead, he'd be dead by now. Well...deader. And he does have a stick up his arse. Lawyers, really. And it looks like the fellow is holding back. He really does have to do what I tell him doesn't he? This could prove to be quite entertaining.
"Oh they don't hmmm?" Well, isn't that just to bad. I glanced at the paper in question and nodded at that. "Well, that's to bad then. I'll handle it the modern way and e-mail them my decision." Punishment, always about punishment. I'm not going to punish someone who ate hell toner. That fact was more then enough punishment.
I kept on shuffling through the papers until I heard McDonald curse under his breath. Raising an eyebrow, I looked at him blankly as he was doing near mortal combat with my mail box. When he was finally done I blinked at him. "When you're quite done molesting my mailbox? Can we move on to our work again? That would be splendid." Dear god, what an idiotic git. And this was to be my assistant? Grief.
"It's not my fault you're stuck down here, so I really wish you'd get that stick out of your ass. You weren't the one murdered by someone who you thought was your friend." That had hurt more than the bullets. Managed to shut my mouth before I said anything else.
I walked over to the mailbox and grabbed the papers, sorting through them. When I turned back there was already more in the box. "Because this is hell and they have nothing better to do than keep us busy with things they could easily handle themselves."
Flipped through the papers and snorted. "Deal with demons, see why the humans in pit 32 weren't being tortured long enough, and find out who had been eating the toner for the copy machine on the third floor. Eating the toner?" I set the papers on his desk. "This is all just busy work, none of it is vital."
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So he was murdered by Lorne. Boohoo, I'm in tears. No really, but only for Lorne. Angel should've never asked that of him. Gunn or Spike or even myself would've done the job. Well, maybe not Gunn. Then again, we were all doomed. All except Lorne. But he'd never seen it coming from Lorne. Which is probably why Angel did it. I hope Lorne's happy wherever he is, though I doubt it. I should look him up maybe.
"If you expect me to have sympathy for someone who's gone out of his way to kill Angel for years now, I suggest you look elsewhere. You're just pissed because in the end he won and you didn't. The only one I feel sorry for is Lorne. Now I don't want to hear another word about it." Arsehole and his stuck up attitude. He's no longer the hot shot lawyer here.
"Eating the toner?" Why would anyone want to eat the toner and why do we care? "Just tell them to keep buying new toner. It's not as though we really care about that." I grabbed the other papers and glanced over them. Hmmm. Hell pit 32 didn't seem very high ranked. Maybe I could start my little rebellion there. Though, quietly of course. Can't trust anyone here. Least of of Mister 'I've a stick up my arse myself and woe me I've been shot' McDonald here.
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I almost said something very rude, but he'd told me he didn't want to hear any more about it, so I had to shut up. Part of me was curious as to what he might do for a punishment though. Need to behave myself, no matter how angry I am.
"I don't think they'll like your answer about the toner." And they always hurt the messenger. "That crap is expensive. Can't you like use your powers to see who it is so they can be punished for it? Has to be a demon, humans wouldn't even think about putting that stuff in their mouth."
There was a rustle of paper and when I turned to look at the mailbox, it was full again. "I'm starting to think your mailbox is evil." Walking over, I grabbed it all. Maybe if we covered it with duct tape, it would seal shut. That gave me an idea. I set my arm across the hole and waited.
My arm started to tingle and the next thing I knew, I piece of paper sliced through it. "Fuck!" This was like the mother of all papercuts. I hopped around for a moment, swearing in every language I knew before slapping at the mailbox with my hand. I'd just had a fight with a mailbox. When I turned around I know I was blushing. "Um... sorry?"
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"Oh they don't hmmm?" Well, isn't that just to bad. I glanced at the paper in question and nodded at that. "Well, that's to bad then. I'll handle it the modern way and e-mail them my decision." Punishment, always about punishment. I'm not going to punish someone who ate hell toner. That fact was more then enough punishment.
I kept on shuffling through the papers until I heard McDonald curse under his breath. Raising an eyebrow, I looked at him blankly as he was doing near mortal combat with my mail box. When he was finally done I blinked at him. "When you're quite done molesting my mailbox? Can we move on to our work again? That would be splendid." Dear god, what an idiotic git. And this was to be my assistant? Grief.
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