spearwife (ex_spearwife747) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-07-27 16:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, altair ibin-la'ahad, ygritte |
Who: Ygritte, Altaïr
What: Goddamn tribbles
When: Today
Where: DA's office
Status: Incomplete
Rating: TBD
She would not be defeated by the furball menace. She was a human being at the very apex of the evolutionary pyramid, ladder, chart, whatever! She had a brain. She had thumbs. All of these things made her master of the freaking universe and yet as the hours passed she grew increasingly ready to throw in the towel and let the furballs fill the room.
Or at the very least make a game of tossing their furry corpses into the rubbish bin. The plants, as the odd woman on the internet had suggested, had helped. The situation was far from being okay but at least the floor could be soon now.
"She shoots! She scores!" Ygritte did a quick fist pump as her twelfth tribble corpse in a row made it into the trash. She realized at that moment it was her borderline exhaustion that made this fun.