Captain Barnacles inspected the disaster that was the HQ before pinching the bridge of his nose. This was what happened when Kwazii was left in charge for an hour while he went to negotiate a deal between two walrus colonies with Peso. What had he been thinking? Stuff was strewn left and right. None of the chairs were the right way up, the tables were littered with the most random of things from candy wrappers to what looked like a pair of black tights, and the entire room seemed to be covered in a thick coating of hot; some of which had even wound up on the ceiling. How on Earth-? It was better not to question it.
That was his crew, his beautiful, talented, insanity-prone crew. The life he had with them was one he wouldn't trade for the world, even if things like this happened on an almost daily basis. The Captain finally stepped back and sighed. It was getting late now. For once, the Octopod was blissfully silent, and he was exhausted, "Tomorrow." He told himself, "We'll deal with this tomorrow."
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Octo-Oneshots
FanficBased on @I'mTheKinderSurprise's story (go read their stories right now, they're amazing)
