Oh god. I loved this immensely. It was funny and touching and so very Adam. I was going to quote way more than this, but it would've been about eight comments worth, so . . . bits I loved especially lots were:
“I might fail,” he said. “That’s the thing about being human,” Anathema told him gently So true.
“Hello, Aziraphale,” said Adam, glancing down and then meeting the eyes of the very slightly disheveled angel in the doorway. “I’ve come to fix the government.” So Adam!
Consider, dear reader, if you will, a political campaign consisting of the following: an obscenely well-read angel, a slick-as-sin demon who, with sufficient motivation, could be persuaded to show up on a video camera, an Antichrist who actually surpassed Diana in wide-eyed, earnest credibility, computer-minded Wensleydale, who took the campaign to the virtual streets, passionate Pepper, who whipped crowds into a frenzy of environmentalist rage, and sensible Brian, who kept all their papers in order and made sure that Dog never pooed on the Parliament’s rug. . . . So win.
it has come to my attention that the country of England is actually a part of the planet earth. Why isn't Adam Prime Minister? England, you should fix that.
Wensleydale had wobbled to his feet after three-quarters of a pint and fled to his own small, cat-filled domicile. Adam was engaging in earnest debate with the barstool off of which he had recently been a victim of the cruel hand of gravity, and Crowley and Aziraphale were watching him fondly and holding hands under the table. WENSLEY IS A CRAZY CAT LADY! ADAM IS DRUNK AND TOASTING TO WHALES! CROWLEY AND AZIRAPHALE ARE ADORABLE GODFATHERS! I WANT TO HUG THIS WHOLE STORY.
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Date: 2007-12-17 03:46 am (UTC)“I might fail,” he said.
“That’s the thing about being human,” Anathema told him gently
So true.
“Hello, Aziraphale,” said Adam, glancing down and then meeting the eyes of the very slightly disheveled angel in the doorway. “I’ve come to fix the government.”
So Adam!
Consider, dear reader, if you will, a political campaign consisting of the following: an obscenely well-read angel, a slick-as-sin demon who, with sufficient motivation, could be persuaded to show up on a video camera, an Antichrist who actually surpassed Diana in wide-eyed, earnest credibility, computer-minded Wensleydale, who took the campaign to the virtual streets, passionate Pepper, who whipped crowds into a frenzy of environmentalist rage, and sensible Brian, who kept all their papers in order and made sure that Dog never pooed on the Parliament’s rug.
. . . So win.
it has come to my attention that the country of England is actually a part of the planet earth.
Why isn't Adam Prime Minister? England, you should fix that.
Wensleydale had wobbled to his feet after three-quarters of a pint and fled to his own small, cat-filled domicile. Adam was engaging in earnest debate with the barstool off of which he had recently been a victim of the cruel hand of gravity, and Crowley and Aziraphale were watching him fondly and holding hands under the table.
WENSLEY IS A CRAZY CAT LADY! ADAM IS DRUNK AND TOASTING TO WHALES! CROWLEY AND AZIRAPHALE ARE ADORABLE GODFATHERS! I WANT TO HUG THIS WHOLE STORY.