This takes place in 1980...
A broad smile split Napoleon's face, turning into a devilish grin. Illya would so appreciate that.
He folded up the newspaper and pressed a button.
“Mandy, please, call Mr. Kuryakin...”
She smiled at the handset... such a gorgeous man... “Immediately, sir!” Mr. Kuryakin... The blond Mr. Kuryakin... She sighed with delight.
***
The Russian scowled at his friend. “Ordinary people happen to work sometimes, Napoleon! I've things...”
“You liked Star Wars... Come on...”
***
Not bad, Illya thought. Especially Yoda... He was quite...
“Size matters not. Look at me. Judge me by my size do you?”
Someone chuckled mischievously next to him.

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Date: 2012-09-05 04:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-05 06:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-05 10:21 pm (UTC)on Tuesday.
If you can't make the deadline, you can post the fic a week later on the following Tuesday, just post the date of the original prompt in your header with the Title and PicFic Tuesday.
So if you want to write a Zen garden fic, you still can. Just post next week! :D