Re: Chockablock | 4-17-2020 | Afternoon
"Ew." Oh, gods, that was... concerning. "Okay. So what do we do to extract it? Blow darts? I have a lot." She pushed off with her feet against the floor and toward a work station that had no computers but mostly equipment. "I have a dog crate I put Dom in sometimes when he's bad," she offered while she rifled through drawers for the aforementioned darts.
"You'd think the mayor's office could deal with a raccoon but apparently we're all indoor cats," Weenie laughed maniacally. "I thought of asking Logan to take care of it, but that would be weakness in his eyes and also probably end with the death of the dumpster bandit." Probably get jerkied.