So does Lee not count as an Adama?

He an Adama. He's just not The Adama. Everytime they say Lee I think "Who? Oh, yeah, Apollo."

Staring intently into her deep blue eyes in a voice almost plaintiff he then asked, "Please I must know, where have we met before?"

Objection!

The end came quickly to all concerned. Elena after shooting Michael died in a volley of bullets from Michael's team. She now lay lifeless in a pool of blood after defending her father from the Organization's attack by gunning down her own husband. The same father who abandoned her during most of her life now lay dead on the white carpet after meeting his end as Michael had strategiesed.

So if your plot gets in the way, just wrap it up in a few sentences and send Michael to heaven! Yes, heaven.

He wondered why he was not frightened by the prospect of spending eternity burning in the hell he earned by building what he thought was a hell on Earth. He further wondered how this Deity he had forsaken most of his life with his actions, would react to Michael's arrival at the Pearly Gates and how fast He would ship the newcomer to the Section in the sky.

Michael dared to say, "Is it just a visit, or should I get an asbestos suit at the nearest Walmart?"

A thunderous clap of laughter filled the heavens, "I have often wondered why so few appreciated your dry sense of humor; I must confess this was the reason I sent you the Irreverent Nikita. You do know you are one of my favorites…"

But we all knew Michael was one of God's favorite people. Obviously. Duh.

God has favorites? I'm telling! Yeah, so sure the list would look like Dalai Lama, MLK, and Michael from "Nikita" Why does she keep trying to use words she doesn't really know? Besides to make Dana laugh and the rest of us point, which might be good enough.

How does he stare with a plaintiff voice? And is it guilty, or did the other stare do it?

It's nice to know God appreciates a dry sense of humour. That's the British into Heaven then.

strategiesed

New words! New words!

Michael shops at Wal-Mart?

God wonders why people don't get his sense of humor? Dude, you're God—aren't you supposed to know, like, everything?

That's the ineffability, Matt. We mortals just can't eff it.

So Michael's dead, right?

Nikita was wearing a black cashmere sweater, black floppy hat, black skirt Dior length, flat boots and an equally black jacket and she kept her eyes lowered as she wallowed in her mourning. Little Sarah wore a pink onecy outfit with bows and flowers, and a hooded coat and innocently gurgled at her desperate mom.

Nikita embraced Sarah trying hard to hold on to her sanity, she was loosing her mind and was doing it with aplomb, which was not customary to the pretty woman.

She may be loosing her mind with aplomb, but she looks *fabulous*!

He wore forest green jeans with weathered frays fashionably strewn about his powerful legs and a crisp starched light color shirt that enhanced the beauty of his features.

Michael may be dead, but he looks *fabulous*! I wonder if this author has been taking lessons from Laurell Hamilton.

There's also a bit about how Michael realizes that everyone he's ever had to kill was just part of God's plan, so it's okay! but it's actually less funny and more sickening, so I'm not going to quote it.

Michael was then granted the ‘cliché’ of a lifetime by being allowed to meet the one person, dead or alive, he wanted most to interview. Those present such as Sarah and Chuck waited with baited breath for Michael’s choice. At their turn, they had met Mahatma Ghandi and Mata Hare and wondered whom the man would want to face, after all the others in the room also met diverse luminaries from history.

...Mata Hari?