How. Odd. There's some people you just don't expect to have fan fic written about. I wonder if this will start to become a sign of something. Like, you've made it when you have fic written about you (or maybe it means you're a has been).

Grand Inquisitor and Supreme Arbiter of Earthling Law Lawrence Lessig leaned back in his ultra-schmancy executive chair and sighed heavily. He tilted back the absurdly ornate mitre the Aliens insisted that he wear as part of his robes of office and wearily rubed his eyes.

"Jack, I'd like to help, but I just don't think there's much I can do." he said.

"Please, Larry... Lawrence... Grand Inquisitor: you've got to make them understand. I didn't do anything wrong." said Valenti, falling to his knees, "surely you see that?!" [ Golublog]

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I did find it hysterical to have Valenti begging though.