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Second Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon

Now that Zack was officially done with classes for the summer, it was time for a little getting out and about and being social. It was also, Zack decided, the perfect time to get the gerbil that Deadpool had given him out for some exercise.

And that was why, armed with a hamster ball and a bunch of notebooks, Zack was hard at work constructing the most epic gerbil floor-maze the second floor common room had ever seen!

Poor, poor Mr. Winkles.

[Open, as common rooms tend to be!]

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"Critter just a lil' bit bigger'n Mr. Winkles, here, an' with spiky things all over," Kaylee explained oh so very helpfully. "He don't usually poke people with 'em, though! They're just in case he gets scared. I'm Kaylee, by the way!"

She was good at introductions.

She was just as good as Zack was at introductions!

"I'm Zack! Good to meet you!"

See?

"We should totally build another one of these in the evening sometime. They could race or something!"

"We should!" Kaylee fairly squeaked. "Popples can turn into a ball, so we can't have it on a slope or nothin' or it won't be fair."

"I'm pretty sure Mr. Winkles could keep up anyhow. He's got spunk!"

Spunk in that 'going to destroy you all,' kind of way. He had gerbilly rage.

"But I think setting up a maze on a slope would be a bit of a challenge anyhow, unless we're planning on gluing the books to the floor or something."

"I bet I could do it," Kaylee decided, tilting her head. "But we'd have t'find a slope in th'first place."

Zack thought that one over.

"How about cardboard propped up with books on one side? It's probably safer to have them running around indoors than it would be looking for a hill outside, you know? There's a smaller chance of them getting beaten up by squirrels or something, that way."

Those evil, evil squirrels.

"I don't want 'em to have a run-in with squirrels!" Kaylee agreed, somewhat fretfully. "Though I bet Popples an' Mr. Winkles could take a stupid bunch of squirrels."

"They're scrappers," Zack declared. "You can totally tell just by looking at them, I think. There's a sort of a look in their eyes."

Their little beady black eyes. Yes.

Nevermind that he'd never met Popples before.

"An' squirrels got those big dumb tails holdin' 'em back, too," Kaylee added. "Not real good for fightin', I think."

"They're probably all big and cumbersome," Zack decided.

About the species that lived in trees, yes.

"Plus, the squirrels are probably way too drunk to put up a good fight."

Kaylee didn't know what 'cumbersome' meant, but there was no time to dwell on things like that! "But, y'know, all that drinkin' would prolly just make 'em real likely to wanna fight! They're prolly mean."

"They are," Zack replied, somewhat disappointed at that realization. "You should see the lengths they go through to pull people into the radio station when they're needed."

They bit. And swarmed.

"I remember," she said, wide-eyed. "They're real pushy lil' things, ain't they?"

"There are more of them than there are of us!" Which certainly helped their squirrelly cause, yes. "I don't think they believe in a fair fight."

Which meant that Popples and Mr. Winkles were doomed.

"Popples an' Mr. Winkles is scrappy, though," Kaylee declared. "Even if they're lots more noble an' won't stoop to squirrelly levels!"

Ooh. Hey, Zack liked the way Kaylee thought!

"This is true! If they hold on to their dreams and their honor, they can't go wrong!"

Mr. Winkles was now demonstrating his dreams and honor by having a snooze in the bottom of his ball.

It was okay. That was likely what Popples was up to, up in Kaylee's room.

"They're fightin' on the right side. Everyone knows that good is gonna win against evil drunk squirrels any day!" Kaylee declared.

"They're going to be heroes someday!"

They were delusional, weren't they?

"All th'other...lil' critters are gonna look up to them!"

So, so delusional.

"Think we should throw them a ticker tape parade?"

At least they were delusional and amusing?

[Gone for a few hours! Bye!]

"I think they deserve as much!"

And cheerful. So cheerful.

[adios!]

"They'll be the most celebrated gerbil and hedgehog on the island!"

And possibly the only gerbil and hedgehog on the island. Details. Details.

"Victorious and proud in the face of the squirrel scourge!"

"There'll be songs an' stories 'bout 'em," Kaylee said, nodding solemnly.

Because rodents tell stories. And sing.

Hey, the squirrels totally did! When drunk.

"They'll go down in history," Zack agreed. "Maybe we should build them a little shrine or something?"

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