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A warehouse called George - Saturday
Jan. 9th, 2021 07:02 amBarry should know by now that if he ever falls asleep on a Friday night, bad shit is going to happen.
However WeeTiny Barry was oblivious to all of that as he woke up cursing up a storm (Yes. Even more than usual) and went straight to work on his brand new teleportation device.
Which he promptly screwed up and then had to spend the next 20 minutes to keep it from exploding.
"SHIT! FUCK! GOD DAMN MOTHERFUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! SUCK MY-"
Anyone even remotely near the warehouse district would no doubt be able to hear Barry's loud and increasingly loud swearing coming from his lab.
However WeeTiny Barry was oblivious to all of that as he woke up cursing up a storm (Yes. Even more than usual) and went straight to work on his brand new teleportation device.
Which he promptly screwed up and then had to spend the next 20 minutes to keep it from exploding.
"SHIT! FUCK! GOD DAMN MOTHERFUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! SUCK MY-"
Anyone even remotely near the warehouse district would no doubt be able to hear Barry's loud and increasingly loud swearing coming from his lab.
