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section7mfuInspired by a conversation with Mrua7. Just don't take this seriously....
Alexander Waverly stood, surveying his assembled employees severely. "I think we all know why we're here," he began, over a general murmur of guilty discontent. "There are certain policies I've been prepared to bend, provided you all continue to work with your usual efficiency. But things are now getting out of hand, and so I must insist; no more animals."
"You let Kuryakin keep the cat," someone yelled from the back, presumably emboldened by their anonymity.
"Yeah!" another back row dweller agreed. "And Solo brought back the dog."
"Thank you, Mr Grant, Mr Benson," Waverly said calmly, to their consternation. "We do indeed have an office cat and dog whose presence has been officially sanctioned. I cannot say the same for the canaries in Communications, or the potbelly piglet currently residing in the gymnasium."
"My venomous spider collection has a legitimate scientific purpose," Dr Franklin broke in quickly.
Waverly looked at him sternly until he shifted uncomfortably.
"It does," he protested weakly.
"Be that as it may," Waverly continued. "Mistakes have clearly been made."
The pygmy goat in the fileroom. The thought drifted around the room without anyone actually voicing it.
"And now I'm afraid I really must put my foot down. All unauthorized animals are to removed from headquarters forthwith. That will be all."
"I think it was finding that penguin Hewitt brought back from the Falklands that really sent him over the edge," Mark Slate remarked as they filed out.
Good thing he never found out about the crocodile.
Alexander Waverly stood, surveying his assembled employees severely. "I think we all know why we're here," he began, over a general murmur of guilty discontent. "There are certain policies I've been prepared to bend, provided you all continue to work with your usual efficiency. But things are now getting out of hand, and so I must insist; no more animals."
"You let Kuryakin keep the cat," someone yelled from the back, presumably emboldened by their anonymity.
"Yeah!" another back row dweller agreed. "And Solo brought back the dog."
"Thank you, Mr Grant, Mr Benson," Waverly said calmly, to their consternation. "We do indeed have an office cat and dog whose presence has been officially sanctioned. I cannot say the same for the canaries in Communications, or the potbelly piglet currently residing in the gymnasium."
"My venomous spider collection has a legitimate scientific purpose," Dr Franklin broke in quickly.
Waverly looked at him sternly until he shifted uncomfortably.
"It does," he protested weakly.
"Be that as it may," Waverly continued. "Mistakes have clearly been made."
The pygmy goat in the fileroom. The thought drifted around the room without anyone actually voicing it.
"And now I'm afraid I really must put my foot down. All unauthorized animals are to removed from headquarters forthwith. That will be all."
"I think it was finding that penguin Hewitt brought back from the Falklands that really sent him over the edge," Mark Slate remarked as they filed out.
Good thing he never found out about the crocodile.
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Date: 2016-01-27 11:32 pm (UTC)