Okay... that was too much fun.

I'm in *so* much deep shit, but it was a lot of fun...

I still want to know why I woke up to find the menu of Fellowship of the Ring Extended Edition on my television... And why Lorne's left me about a dozen angry messages to "see him immediately."

He couldn't mean about...

Wait. Who the hell was in my body yesterday???

What if it wasn't a chick?

Got to the office this morning. Pissy e-mails from Lorne. Still wants to meet with me. Guess I might have to do that.

Then a rustling from the closet in my office... I open it up and there's like, 6 poodle-sized demons on all fours, looking at me like I'm the messiah or something...

And so I ask again, who the HELL had my body yesterday?

Not that it's all bad. I mean, I just sent one of the little guys to get me a Fresca. It was so cute how he clenched the quarters between his razor-sharp teeth...

Current Mood: confused

I have to get rid of five demony things by 1PM. It'd be six, but I'm keeping Frank. Damn. This is going to break up the Rat Pack. Oh, well, Jerry was never a member anyway. And Joey was a dork.

How the hell am I supposed to do this?

Hmph. Guess I'll have to make some phone calls. Most prominent demon research facility in the country is in Cleveland... I'll just dial over, see if they have any suggestions...

Hello?

Yes, I'm trying to deal with a problem with some demons.

No, I don't know the breed.

Well, they're kinda brownish. Pointy teeth.

'bout the size of a poodle.

A large one.

No, no fur.

Tail... Uh, sorta.

A Grixnar, huh?

No, no I didn't feed them after midnight. No, I'll try not to get them wet.

Can you just put me through to somebody who... What was that name?

Tucker.. Wells... Two L's?

Great.

... Hi! Tuck -

Voicemail.

Hi, Tucker? This is Parker Abrams over at Wolfram & Hart, Los Angeles Branch. Give me a call at your earliest possible convenience, my number is 219-555-3832. That's a direct line. I'm trying to figure out a Grixnar problem here, and your assistance on the matter would be appreciated. Thanks.

Current Mood: blah

Crap. I have the demons stuck back in the closet for the time being, but this Wells guy hasn't gotten back to me yet...

*dials again*

Hello?

Yes, I'd like to speak to Tucker Wells please.

Yes, I'll hold...