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For britgeekgrrl
Based on a Tweet of her's.
INT WW bullpen, JOSH enters with a huge grin. He walks to the center of the room.
JOSH: "Bring me the finest muffins and bagels in the land!"
DONNA: (not looking up from her computer) "No."
JOSH: (visibly deflating) "No?! What do you mean no?"
DONNA: (still typing) "You're on a diet." (picks up a stack of folders, and walks into JOSH'S OFFICE. JOSH follows)
INT JOSH'S OFFICE. DONNA is placing folders on the desk.
JOSH: (at doorway) "I am not on a diet."
DONNA: (smiling over her shoulder) "Oh yes you are. I put you on one." (walks out of JOSH'S OFFICE)
INT WW BULLPEN HALL
JOSH: "I don't need a diet!"
DONNA: (turning, with her concerned face on) "Josh, I saw you on Capitol Beat. You looked (waves hands) flumpy."
JOSH: (slowly) "Flumpy?"
DONNA: "You know.. flabby and lumpy."
JOSH: (sternly) "Donna, you cannot order me to start a diet. Of course I looked fl.. a bit out. I had spent 21 hours coming home from China while the President gave the entire history of rice!"
DONNA: (hands on hips) "Josh, do you even know what my duties are by law? Have you ever read my actual job duties?"
JOSH: (mouth gaping) "...no!"
DONNA: (grinning in triumph) "Then you're on a diet!" (walks off proudly)
SAM: (walking up) "Hey Josh."
JOSH (still staring after DONNA) "Sam..."
SAM: "Something happening?"
JOSH: "Donna put me on a diet. She say I look 'flumpy.' I think she's plotting a coup."
SAM: "Josh, I'm reasonably sure that putting you on a diet is not going to lead the overthrow of the government."
JOSH: "Yeah, but what if she does it to all of us? The entire line of succession too weak to move, and bang (snaps fingers) President Donna Moss."
SAM: "You my friend, are delusional. When's the last time you ate something? (holds up a white paper bag) Muffin?"
JOSH: (glares at bag, glares at Sam, and ducks into his office slamming the door.)
Fin.
INT WW bullpen, JOSH enters with a huge grin. He walks to the center of the room.
JOSH: "Bring me the finest muffins and bagels in the land!"
DONNA: (not looking up from her computer) "No."
JOSH: (visibly deflating) "No?! What do you mean no?"
DONNA: (still typing) "You're on a diet." (picks up a stack of folders, and walks into JOSH'S OFFICE. JOSH follows)
INT JOSH'S OFFICE. DONNA is placing folders on the desk.
JOSH: (at doorway) "I am not on a diet."
DONNA: (smiling over her shoulder) "Oh yes you are. I put you on one." (walks out of JOSH'S OFFICE)
INT WW BULLPEN HALL
JOSH: "I don't need a diet!"
DONNA: (turning, with her concerned face on) "Josh, I saw you on Capitol Beat. You looked (waves hands) flumpy."
JOSH: (slowly) "Flumpy?"
DONNA: "You know.. flabby and lumpy."
JOSH: (sternly) "Donna, you cannot order me to start a diet. Of course I looked fl.. a bit out. I had spent 21 hours coming home from China while the President gave the entire history of rice!"
DONNA: (hands on hips) "Josh, do you even know what my duties are by law? Have you ever read my actual job duties?"
JOSH: (mouth gaping) "...no!"
DONNA: (grinning in triumph) "Then you're on a diet!" (walks off proudly)
SAM: (walking up) "Hey Josh."
JOSH (still staring after DONNA) "Sam..."
SAM: "Something happening?"
JOSH: "Donna put me on a diet. She say I look 'flumpy.' I think she's plotting a coup."
SAM: "Josh, I'm reasonably sure that putting you on a diet is not going to lead the overthrow of the government."
JOSH: "Yeah, but what if she does it to all of us? The entire line of succession too weak to move, and bang (snaps fingers) President Donna Moss."
SAM: "You my friend, are delusional. When's the last time you ate something? (holds up a white paper bag) Muffin?"
JOSH: (glares at bag, glares at Sam, and ducks into his office slamming the door.)
Fin.