The Not-so-abandoned Warehouse: Friday Morning

Awakened early in the morning by the WORST FUCKING MUSIC imaginable, Barry had gathered up some of his stuff and high-tailed it to the warehouse to try and get away from that damn song.

Which didn't happen of course because now Barry was ear-wormed and couldn't get the fucking song out of his head.

Which is why Barry was now wide awake and blasting opera in a vain hope it would mitigate the horror that was Rebecca Black.

[Yeah. Sure. Open warehouse doors. Open post.]