Subject: ((Yes, I have another one. Tired of them yet?))
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Posted on: 2016-10-30 05:59:00 UTC

Apecian ran down the hall, gasping. True, he could clear up the tiredness with a bit of charge from his stone, but that'd be a waste, even when escaping from them. A line of red tape flew past him, narrowly missing entangling his legs. "Bunnies," he muttered between gasps.

“Get back here!” a voice cried. That voice belonged to the Notary, possibly the most annoying person in all of Headquarters, Flowers included.

“Nope!” Apecian yelled back, still running. Up ahead, he could see a split. Great! If he could just go through a few more of those, he could lose her! He should have known not to think that. The IO was always listening.

“We’ve got you!” The Notary cried, dashing out from the left corridor. She faced him, staser in her right hand and a ridiculously tall stack of paperwork hugged to her side by her left. Apecian turned, hoping he was wrong, but, of course, he wasn’t. The Notary was in front of him this way, too.

“Great,” he muttered. One of the Notaries has split off from the other one, and they’d somehow managed to trap him in this hallway. The Notary who had been in front of him, but was now behind him, walked up to him and pulled several papers off the top of the pile.
“These are the forms you’ll need to complete to get the item you requested,” she told him. She pulled even more papers from the pile. “And here are two extra copies. Please fill them all out.” Apecian looked around, trying to figure a way out, but it was no use. They had him boxed in, and without his hammer, he couldn’t even try and tackle one out of the way, because the other would shoot his feet off, and then they’d make him help put all the papers the one he’d tackled had dropped in order. He shuddered at the thought. No, better just to accept it. He sighed, and accepted the papers from the Notary.

“Do either of you have a pen?” he asked. The Notaries looked at each other. Should they…? No, that would be excessive, even for them. One reached into a pocket and pulled out a number two pencil, a pencil sharpener, and an eraser.

“Use these,” she told the Homunculus. “If you make a mistake, erase it thoroughly so that no confusion will result.” He groaned, and took it, and the forms.

“This is gonna suck,” he muttered.

“Would you like some help?” a familiar voice called from the end of the hallway. Apecian looked up, and grinned.
“Michael!” he cried, getting to his feet. Indeed, it was his partner, wearing his yellow Tracker’s Lenses, which explained how he’d managed to find his partner without getting lost. “Thank goodness. Could you fill these out for me? The Notary’s trying to get me to do it three times!” Michael smiled, and shook his head.

“I’m not going to do it all for you,” he said, walking to his partner. “But…” He paused as he bent down, then rifled through the papers, pulled out a number of them, and stood up again. “If you’ll do one set, I’ll do the other two.”

Apecian grimaced, but said, “Sure.” He snatched the writing materials from the Notary in front of him, and Michael graciously accepted a set from the other Notary. The two agents then sat down to work on them as the Notaries looked on triumphantly.

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