The Not-so-abandoned Warehouse: Monday Evening

After spending a week in Skyrim and last night at Eleanor's party, Barry was so relieved to be back in his warehouse surrounded by technology and projects. Being away from his experiments and projects for so long had made him twitchy and there's only so much you can do in a place like Skyrim.

So Barry was back in the groove. He had work to do building something that looked like a plane. He also had his systems scanning various dimensions in the hopes of finding a portal to where Ander's friend went. And finally he had a dried frog

"There's no serious way this can change your genetic structure," Barry was muttering to himself as he scanned the little dried up thing. "Who comes up with this shit?"

Unfortunately those are going to be the last human words Barry was going to say for a few hours. In the process of scanning the thermal scan kicked in which for some reason caused the dried frog to explode into microscopic particles transforming any humans in the warehouse into a frog.

Namely: Barry.

Anyone coming in better have a frog translator because the f-bombs and other curse words ribbited by Barry are pretty spectacular.

Oh, and anyone coming in to the warehouse might turn into a frog. Just saying.

[Open. It's Reno's fault. Yep. Totally. Your choice if coming in turns you into a frog.]