The Continuing Adventures of Barry Ween

The island had moved Sunday. All thoughts of catching up with Roxie back home went out the window as Barry spent almost all day trying to determine the method of movement and how the changes occurred.

"Fuck!"

As usual, Barry could find no scientific reason for it. Now the extradimensional pockers? He got that. How it happened to his pockets and added items he had no reason to think he put there (ladder, shovel, etc)?

"Fuck!"

Yep. No scientific reason for that either.

And when he found out that any money he had was turned into bells?

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"

Well that certainly put some roadblocks in replacing some of his equipment.

Finally Monday rolled around and after yet another sleepless night, Barry finally got around to ( calling Roxie. )

Barry hung up still pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to keep the headache away. Yeah. That went well.

In cases such as these, Barry knew the best remedy. Turning around and getting back to work and desperately trying not to think about it.

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