Bo Jones. Or maybe Dennis. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
nookiepowered) wrote2012-04-20 11:15 am
nookiepowered) wrote2012-04-20 11:15 am
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FH Security Office, Friday Morning
Bo's final solution for the sounds coming from her desk had been the cowardly way out, she supposed, but...
Surely sticking a padlock on the drawer and adding three layers of duct-tape just for good measure could be looked at as a humanitarian gesture, despite the fact that neither she nor whateverthehell was in her desk were human?
It wasn't like they could escape from tha--
Oh.
Um. Well, at least it wasn't like Bo was around when the thumping and bumping finally gave way to BANG BAM BOOM RRRRRIP BOING and a seemingly endless stream of
So, plausible deniability and all that.
Luckily for the school, the door was shut, the windows were open, and the Protogizkabunny horrors took the path of least resistance as they bounced away.
Surely sticking a padlock on the drawer and adding three layers of duct-tape just for good measure could be looked at as a humanitarian gesture, despite the fact that neither she nor whateverthehell was in her desk were human?
It wasn't like they could escape from tha--
Oh.
Um. Well, at least it wasn't like Bo was around when the thumping and bumping finally gave way to BANG BAM BOOM RRRRRIP BOING and a seemingly endless stream of
So, plausible deniability and all that.
Luckily for the school, the door was shut, the windows were open, and the Protogizkabunny horrors took the path of least resistance as they bounced away.
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