'Oh god. Tosh, Jack and Ianto are hunched over their computers again, sniggering. That means, oh god, please don't tell me. I don't want to know.'

'Owen, you don't have anything to worry about.'

'What?'

'See, in the comments, d8rkmessnger apologized to gingerlr that this is very Owen-lite, she couldn't write about you so gingerlr can't make fun of you now. My plan worked.'

'Oh my god, you're right. I can relax now.'

'After you pick up my dry-cleaning.'

'WHAT! I'm not picking up your dry-cleaning. Why would I do that?'

'Because, I wrote and installed the program on d8rkmessngr's machine that made her feel queasy every time she typed your name. So unless you want me to tell gingerlr what I have done, I suggest you go pick up my dry-cleaning.'

'Yea, Geek-girl. Go ahead and tell. They don't scare me.'

'Oh look Owen! gingerlr is online right now. She's reading the comments, she's laughing and she's..'

'Wait! Where is your dry-cleaning again and would you like me to pick you up some dinner?'

'Now, that's more like it, Weevil King.'