The Continuing Adventures of Barry Ween

So Prom was... nice. Very nice. And nice enough that when the dance was done, Barry and Summer had headed back to the warehouse where after an exhausting night of being chaperones they fell asleep.

Honestly, two veterans of Fandom Island should know what was going to happen next. Still when morning came, there was an odd amount of sounds coming from the lab area. And not the usual experiments Barry had percolating.

So when Barry came to he didn't look down from the loft. He immediately began calculating the odds of what he could expect.

Spontaneous sentient life germinating from bio lab? .05%. Attack of living jello? 3%. Rick Sanchez breaking into his lab and stealing shit and not killing Barry first? 5%.

Then Barry took into account that there was a dance the night before and a high amount of sex pollen earlier this week.

Alternative Universe Children 98.2%.

"Fuuuuuuuuck me," Barry groaned as he pulled himself out of bed and gave Summer a wake-up nudge. "Get up. We have a fucking visitor."

( And then there was Holly. Holly Ween. Yes. Her parents are hilarious )

[Preplayed with the fabulous somethingwithturqoise who did double duty with the foul mouthed somethingwithscience Stay tuned for further adventures!]

Barry didn’t so much wake up to find a monkey this morning so much as turn around and her sitting on his console.

“Where the fuck did you come from?”

“It’s one of those weekends, dear boy,” the monkey replied in a proper British accent. “And I am your daemon.”

Barry glared at the monkey. “Right and you’re not-“

“I am not a ploy by a giant telepathic gorilla to get you back to Ramaat.”

Barry just stared at the monkey. “You know what? I’m just going to get back to work.”

“And I would be happy to assist,” the monkey replied, as she went to the console and began looking on eBay for ancient computer systems.

Barry blinked and shrugged. “Okay.”

And there was a brief pause before he said “Hey, could I-“

“No, Barry. I’m not giving you tissue samples.”

Barry sighed and went back to work.

The one constant thing in Barry’s life is ideas. They are always there and always poking at him to move forward and advance.

Today that means there’s a twelve foot long carrot sitting in the middle of the warehouse.

It’s best not to ask about the thought process that got him there.

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