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A warehouse called George - Saturday
Oct. 3rd, 2020 10:13 amBarry 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.
“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.
