#bwednesday

climbing up your building barehanded (🐻handed) with the utmost discretion and slipping inside the hallway to knock on your window. hi sir. very sorry to bother you sir. yes i understand you're very busy sir, it's just i was told to report to you ASAP on account of it is bwednesday sir. yes sir, balls in his mouth bwednesday, once again. i understand sir, it will be done right away. (rappelling down your building unnoticed)

you walk down the long, cold metal corridor, the light in your hand the only thing piercing the darkness, for minutes that seem to stretch and coalesce into hours, where you hear a rattling sound up ahead. you know this spaceship to be abandoned. you walk closer still, footsteps echoing, until your light shines on a broken down robot, its spindly limbs stretching across the floor with all its height. it beeps and his eye activates when it hears you, jumpy skittery moves that make that same rattling noise as before. its voice box is obviously defective, but you can still make put the words it's saying to you, past the crackling: greetings. it is balls in his mouth bwednesday. you sigh and shake your head. another one, huh? now you know what's happened here. nothing else you can do.