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OrangeShoeSevenAide: Late Saturday afternoon: OPEN

It had been far too long since Jim had come into work. It was time to change that. After all, in order to get paid, he had to work. The fact that he didn't get paid in money was probably the thing that kept him from coming in more.

As his payment, he took the twelve black piano keys and taped them to the wall to spell "JIM."

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If the Jerries come around, this will be the place to find them. And boggle at them.

"Jerry," said one Jerry. "It is the deliveryman!"

Both Jerries bounced up to Jim excitedly.

"Have you brought the ham?"

Squall stared at them. "Do you realize you're both nuts?" he asked, grumpily.

"Jerry," said one Jerry. "Is he here from the Mafia?"

"Is he here for the pigeons?"

"Is he a pigeon?!"

"Jerry, the pigeons can shapeshift!"

"Jerry, the pigeons can read my mind!"

"Jerry, the pigeons are psychic!"

"Jerry, the pigeons are psychosomatic!"

"Jerry, the pigeons are semantics!"

"Do not kill us, Mister Pigeon!"

"We haven't any fur!"

Squall stared at them. "Man, who let YOU out of the insane assylum?" he grouched.

"Jerry," said one Jerry, leaning forward carefully. "We are not insane."

"No! Clearly not!"

"The government thinks that we are."

"They lie! They're liars!"

"They make us take pills, Jerry!"

"The pills make us crazy."

"That's why we escaped!"

Both Jerries beamed proudly.

"Yuh-huh," Squall grunted, nodding.

And then he turned and tried to walk out of the store with the ball of rubber bands.

"I gave you the ham already," Jim said.

"Very good, Senator," said one Jerry.

"Yes!" agreed the other. "You wouldn't like to see us if you haven't any ham."

"We are very upset if we cannot deliver our ham on time."

"It would mean our jobs!"

"We wouldn't be able to sell purple bells to the tourists."

"How shall we ever get back to Greenway?"

"West Greenway, Mexico!"

"West Mexico, Swedland!"

"West Switzerco, Finway!"

"We have a store there, you know."

We have crap and lots of it!

Squall wandered in and looked around. Amazingly and unpredictably, he was struck speechless.

"..."

"Come in, sir, and check out our selection of crap," Jim said.

"What... IS this place?" Squall finally managed to ask.

(At least he's honest about it being crap.)

"We sell things, usually on the barter system," Jim explained. "Not necessarily things anyone wants or could possibly ever use, but we still sell them."

Squall raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh. How do you make any money here?"

"I'm not management and I get paid in laughs, so it doesn't really matter to me," Jim said.

Squall shrugged. "I can respect that."

He pointed at the wall. "So, are you Jim, or is that some crappy piece of art?"

"Both. I'm wondering if that will help my bosses remember my name," Jim said.

Squall looked around the room again. "Are you sure you want them to?"

"Not really, but I doubt it'll work anyway," Jim said.

Squall picked up the ball of 86 rubber bands and started bouncing it against the wall.

"I really don't want to meet these people, do I?" he asked.

"That depends on how fun you find insane people," Jim said.

"Fun?" Squall asked. "Insane people are not 'fun'."

Of course, he'd get to find out, because just then they arrived (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/1850286.html?thread=85200302#t85200302).

Pam was bored when she got Jim's ~~ooh look some wavy hands~~ text, and really, it was better to be bored with company. Plus the crazy people might show up.

"Hi, are they here?" Pam greeted, poking her head into the store.

"I haven't seen the yet, but I haven't looked too carefully," Jim said.

"You don't check in with them before 'working?'" she asked, stepping all the way in.

"Why would I do that?" Jim asked, making a face.

"Because they're funny," Pam said. "And what if they find you and think you're the person who stole their donkeys or something?"

"Then I wait a minute and they won't remember the donkey in the first place," Jim said. "Their crappy memories are a godsend, I swear."

"Did you put that up so they'll remember your name?" Pam wondered, pointing at the piano keys.

"I'm wondering if it'll help, yeah," Jim said. "I doubt they'll even notice it, though."

"Maybe they'll call you Mij," she speculated.

"Or they'll read it upside down and call me Wir," Jim suggested.

"Or they'll think that's the wall's name."

"Or the donkey's name," Jim suggested.

"Or the new government."

"Or their own names."

"I think they know they're Jerry," Pam said solemnly. "But I also don't think that's their real names."

"Really?" Jim asked. "What do you think their real names are?"

"Ken and Dan," Pam decided.

"I'm going to try calling them that from now on," Jim said.

"Let me know if they respond," Pam replied.

Mythbusters is the best show ever.

YES IT IS!!!

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