That Question is Meaningless... by tessa mae
Summary:

Just because I am ridiculously excited for a new season of Dwight K. Shrute talking heads.

ETA: This now also includes Angela Martin's questions. Hee!


Categories: Other Characters: Dwight
Genres: None
Warnings: None
Challenges: Proust Questionnaire
Challenges: Proust Questionnaire
Series: None
Chapters: 2 Completed: No Word count: 1613 Read: 2338 Published: September 27, 2007 Updated: September 28, 2007
Angela Martin by tessa mae
Author's Notes:

I had orginally intended this to just be a quick one-shot featuring Dwight, just to tide me over until the premiere last night. Yet after I watched it, I just had to do an Angela questionnaire. Because she was amazing in that ep!

R.I.P. Sprinkles

Disclaimer: I own none of these fantastic characters. No infringement intended.

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Indulgence is a sin. Next.

I suppose I mildly respect Ann Coulter. She seems to have a strong sense of values and faith.

I’ve always admired men who take charge and stand up for what they believe in. Men who have a strong moral base and believe in hard work, duty, and discipline. I do not admire weak men. I admire loyalty, but to a point. When loyalty is misplaced, especially when it’s given blindly to a mentally inferior, annoying Neanderthal, then I do not respect it. At all.

I dislike the majority of women. Loose morals and an improper sense of propriety seem to be all the rage these days. Apparently, keeping one’s legs closed is out of style. I especially hate women who talk too much, wear trampy clothing, and parade their sexual deviances in front of the world like some perverted badge of honor. And are named Kelly Kapoor.

I enjoy my job as a senior accountant. I, however, do not enjoy having to sit across from an ignorant, gluttonous monster that devours a two pound bag of M&M’s per week.

Envy is a sin. Next.

I have very few friends. It’s rare to find people that have a similar set of beliefs and values as I do. Even in my women’s group at church, they sometimes discuss…sex. In church. Why don’t we just talk about abortions or homosexual marriages? Maybe we can also craft alters to false golden idols. Harlots.

A well arranged bouquet of lilies is nice, I suppose. Easter lilies. But not too many, then it becomes gaudy.

 

[Dwight speaks from doorway] Pffft. You do know the lily is the symbolic flower of death.

 

[Angela whips around to glare at him] Well, you would know all about that, wouldn’t you?

 

[Dwight looks guilty, slinks away shutting door behind him]

White. The color of purity. And…Sprinkles’ beautiful fur. [Tears well up in eyes]

What? [Tears still brimming] No.

[Pause] The loss of a cherished and beloved cat. [Face slightly crumples in pain, tears spill over] A beautiful, sweet cat that never did a bad thing in her short, short life. She deserved a better death. She did not deserve to be pumped full of barbiturates and shoved into a freezer by a brute of a man as if she was garbage. She was a five-time winner of Most Beautiful Cat at the regional “A‘Cat’emy Awards”! Five times! And for him to just… [Chokes back sob] Unforgivable.

I used to think it would be to marry a kind yet strong gentleman and settle into a quiet life. [Dabs eyes] I now think that there may be no earthly happiness to be found, and true happiness will await me only in Heaven. Because in Heaven, sinners, trollops, and cat killers will not be allowed in.

Hmm. [Pauses, considering] Prudence. [Nods] Yes, prudence. When a person exemplifies prudence, they practice sound judgment at all times and with all actions. They do not stuff their girlfriend’s cats in freezers next to the frozen peas.

Putting trust into men who grossly misuse it.

To proceed in a relationship with a…gentleman…only to discover later his cold, manipulative heart. Can you imagine if I had continued to trust him to be around my other cats? I would have probably come home one evening to him fashioning a hat or something out of poor Persnickitty or trying to shave Mufferdoodle.

Jesus Christ. Next.

Cat killers. And Michael Scott.

Judas, of course. Mary Magdalene and…Marilyn Monroe. Is it coincidence that two of the biggest hussies in history have the same initials? Hardly.

Angry. Betrayed. Sad. But mostly angry. A Martin never forgets, you know. [Glares] Just ask my sister.  

 

 

 

End Notes:

Thanks for reading! Hope you liked! If not, feel free to leave hate mail. But nice hate mail, if you could. My feelings chafe easily...

Bwahahaha! I love Andy.

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