This is an excerpt of fan-fic by an author who bills himself as "Len." (We fan-fic writers seldom use our surnames--or substitute a username, on the web, for security reasons)

I'd only seen a few West Wings (I had night classes at college at the time, which interfered with my viewing, and by the time the summer re-runs rolled around, mum had another programme that she wanted to watch instead, and hogged the remote on that night. So, I never really got to see a lot of West Wing, but I very much loved what I did catch on TV, and read fan-fic from the programme, every now and then.

Found this amusing. I'll post a link to the page it's on, at the bottom of this post.

Wednesday

Josh absently rifled through some papers in Donna's In-box, procrastinating. "I should probably get going."

"You really should."

"Because my flight leaves in an hour."

"Mmm hmm."

"And Mom was threatening me with something called a 'tofurky' if I didn't show up before dark."

"I think the horse has pretty much left the barn on that one, Josh."

He spun around in panic. "Huh?"

She pointed out the window. "Dark. As pitch, as they say. Have fun with the tofurky." Donna hid a smile when the panic on his face morphed into severe apprehension.

"Fun? Is tofurky something you have fun with? It sounds like a peace summit. Like 'The Tofurky Conference', or something. Or a card game. Maybe it's like cribbage - which, by the way, I've never figured out how to play."

"It's tofu, Josh. It's a tofu turkey."

"Tell me you're kidding."

"Nope. It's actually pretty good, plus it won't make you sleepy like real turkey does."

Josh was still trying to wrap his mind around the idea of a white, gelatinous bird-shaped blob being taken out of the oven and surrounded with potatoes and corn...ick. His face turned a pale shade of green.

"I can't believe my mother - my own mother - would try to stuff tofu down my throat."

"It's good for you."

"You're evil."

"You'll be fine."

"I can't believe that they've already corrupted her."

Donna raised an eyebrow, but didn't look up from the stack of papers in front of her. "Who's corrupted who?"

"The state of Florida and my mother. That's yet another reason why
I'm from Connecticut."

"You're from Connecticut because of the existence of Tofu turkey?
Cute, Josh. That's very cute."

"Now you're mocking me."

"Joshua, why on earth would I..." he gave her a look. She smirked. "Okay. Yeah, I was. Florida has not corrupted your mother, and you need to stop talking and let me get back to work."

http://moviefanficchains.com/West%20Wing/Individual%20Fanfic/The%20Tofurky%20Conference%2001.htm