Not-so-abandoned Warehouse: Saturday

[badassprodigy]

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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[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[holyshitsnacks.livejournal.com]

"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.

[notmysupervisor.livejournal.com]

"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."

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

Barry took one look at the ocelot who started growling.

Shit.