Not-so-abandoned Warehouse: Saturday

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You know, most teenaged boys would most likely spend their Saturdays sleeping in and going to the beach to watch attractive people in their bathing suits.

Barry was spending his time looking at the results of scientists who had "claimed" to map the human genome and laughing at all their inaccuracies.

Barry has different priorities. Sadly.

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The reply Barry got was first the roar of a large cat. (Though smaller than most.) Because Babou was starting to notice that he was in a new place, and maybe he could play here?

And then Cheryl wandered over, with her ocelot on a leash. "I didn't ask about berries, dipshit. We know it was you who tampered with our stuff and did the -- dinosaur thing."

[holyshitsnacks.livejournal.com]

"Cheryl," Pam said, insistently. "Cheryl. Cheryl. Cheryl. Cheryl. Cheryl. Looooook."

Pam was waving her hand in front of her own face, slowly.

"THE COLORS."

Soooooooooo ... that was happening.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

Barry blinked at Pam and then looked back at Cheryl since seemed to be the most lucid at the moment.

And that was pretty scary.

"You guys made us sort drugs and fucking porn!" Barry protested. "How can you think this is actually teaching?"

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"If you will just shut the fuck up, Pam, we can go by the bakery and get you snacks and then look at Magic Eye posters the rest of the day," Cheryl promised. "But hang on, we're yelling at Barry right now."

It was maybe obvious that she'd been dealing with this for a couple days, now.

She turned back to Barry, adding, "Look, man, we just do what the syllabus says." Which...Pam wrote, so it was obviously all her fault. "Anyway. I wanna give you detention for what you did, but that seems too easy. So you're gonna babysit my cat for me, instead."

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

Barry looked at Cheryl's "cat" and balked. "Wait. That's a fucking ocelot. What the fuck are you doing with an ocelot?"

[notmysupervisor.livejournal.com]

"I bought him."

Duh.

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"How are you even capable of keeping another living animal alive?" Barry asked. "I mean really. You're fucking nuts. "

He looked at the ocelot warily. Maybe he should just take his punishment and get it over with.

"How long am I taking care of this thing?"

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"Barry," Pam said, excitedly. As if she had just realized Barry was there. "Barry. Barry. Barry. Guess what? Guess what?"

Did her pupils seem especially large to anyone else? Yeah.

"Time, like, doesn't exist," Pam explained, breathlessly. "It's a dimension and we're traveling through it but you can totally stop. And back up. And then zoom. You're back where you started. But with time."

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

Seriously?

"That's new to me, Pam. Let me call the Nobel committee and get started on your fucking award. "

The sad thing is that in Archer's universe she probably could win the Noble prize.

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"I was gonna say overnight, but keep him until Monday," Cheryl said, helpfully letting go of Babou's leash.

No one made fun of Pam to her face except for her, thank you.

Even if she kind of really deserved it.

"Have fuuuuuuun."

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Barry took one look at the ocelot who started growling.

Shit.