FRIDAY MEME

[staturity]

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5. PROFIT!

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[morphitudinous]

Billy was normally excited by more difficult projects. They offered an opportunity to test everyone's skill, they kept the group focused, and they were fun. There was just something inherently pleasing about a grand mechanical device finally coming together, wasn't there?

The problem with this particular security project was that it involved lasers. Many, many lasers. And we all know who's attracted by those!

It was an inevitability that Lash would be drawn to their laser tower as if it was a giant magnet. It was also an inevitability that Billy would have to watch her like a hawk, preventing her from tacking on 'extras' and creating quite a monster. But through it all, he never expected just how difficult it would be to keep her out.

When Lash was finally gone for the day (or at least he thought she was), Billy breathed a sigh of relief and began the most delicate phase of the operation: final wiring. This had to be done just right, for any unexpected additions or tripping of the lasers would cause terrible damage to the entire laboratory.

Far too late, he realized that not all had gone well: there was a mountain of...something traveling along the edge of the table. He poked a leg at it, surprised to see that it was the tip of an afro. A very familiar, foreboding afro.

"Lash, what are you doing down there? Your work on this tower was excellent, but I no longer need assistance. We're simply finishing up."

"But you're not finished! You've yet to add the final touch!"

"What final touch?"

"You'll see!"

"No I won't, because this really can't be messed with. Come on, let's give it a rest," Billy pleaded at the grinning-far-too-widely engineer, carefully extracting his hands from his work and reaching for her.

"No, just relax---" And she dodged. He grabbed, and she dodged again. It proceeded in a pattern around the table, Billy cursing under his breath when her dodge placed her at the control panel.

"Lash, please, let's drop this. I'll give you another laser project later!"

But she wasn't buying it. She simply shook her head, smiled, and..."hmm. I love what this button does!"

It was pushed, there was a flash of brightly colored lights, and the lifespan of the Special Weapons Laboratory was ended. Good night, sweet lab.