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badassprodigyBarry had been looking forward to the quiet in the warehouse. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy visitors or Roxie and Jeremy visiting. However there was something to be said for having the place to yourself and having the ability to concentrate on his work.
His current work was Summer’s portal gun which turned out to be trickier than he had originally thought. Then again he was more concerned about the safety protocols than the previous designer. He was just about to start work on the chrono-temporal matrix when his environmental klaxons.
Swearing up a storm, Barry pulled himself away from the gun to see what shit Fandom was pulling on him today.
“Fuck.”
It wasn’t just a portal that had opened up. It was an actual tear in the space-time continuum.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck.”
And it just wasn’t affecting Fandom. Nope. Not good at all.
The portal gun was forgotten now. Nope. Now there was something new and more worrisome to deal with.
[Eatablishy]
His current work was Summer’s portal gun which turned out to be trickier than he had originally thought. Then again he was more concerned about the safety protocols than the previous designer. He was just about to start work on the chrono-temporal matrix when his environmental klaxons.
Swearing up a storm, Barry pulled himself away from the gun to see what shit Fandom was pulling on him today.
“Fuck.”
It wasn’t just a portal that had opened up. It was an actual tear in the space-time continuum.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck.”
And it just wasn’t affecting Fandom. Nope. Not good at all.
The portal gun was forgotten now. Nope. Now there was something new and more worrisome to deal with.
[Eatablishy]
