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Pam I Am

At the dome-sealed park, Benson was walking with a clipboard in his hand. "Need to get the carousel winterized. Also check into-" Then he bumped into a brown haired female scientist, Pam. "Oh! Sorry about that." Benson said. "No, I'm sorry. I just got so caught up in my work." Pam said. "Me too." Benson picks up his and Pam's clipboards. "Hey, wait a sec. I have the exact same." He looks at Pam. "Clip... board..." he said. Pam takes her clipboard back. "You're Benson." She said. "How'd you know?" Benson asked. "I've been watching you.

Er, not in a-a creepy stalker way. It's my job. More so to keep an eye on (Y/n), but you understand." Pam said. "Right..." It was an awkward pause for a split second before Pam spoke up again. "So... how's that fax working out?" Pam asked. "Oh. It's okay." Benson said. "Well, I think it's really cool." Pam said. "Yeah, I get a lot of important messages from Langer and the dome big wigs. And in an emergency, got the old speed dial here. If you hear this baby ringing-" Benson accidentally knocks Pam's protein bar out of her hand. "Oh, geez! I am so sorry!" He said.

Pam picks up her protein bar. "Oh, no worries. It's just one of Langer's terrible protein bars. He only allows "sanctioned food" in the dome-itory. What I wouldn't give for some hot wings." She said. "Wait... you like hot wings?" Benson asked. "Uh, yeah! It's literally my favorite food." Pam said. "Me too!" Benson becomes flirty. "Well, maybe I'll just have to swing by at your lab and drop some off." He said. "Oh yeah? Heh, you're gonna sneak past the guards?" Pam asked. "Maybe I will." Benson said. "Well, if you do that, then you'll be my favorite person ever."

They shared their first laugh together before Pam's pager beeped on her clipboard, showing Langer on her pager. "Oh geez. Langer. I got to go." Pam said. "Oh yeah." Benson said. Pam starts to walk away. "Sorry. It was nice." Pam starts to whisper. "By the way, it's Pam." She said. "What?" Benson asked. Pam runs off. "My name is Pa-a-a-a-a-am!" A short silence occurred until Benson broke it with a dreamy sigh, for he was now in love. Benson dreamy sighs. "Pam..." he said.

"Ben-son?" (Y/n) asked in a sing song voice. Benson turns around. "Wha?" He asked. The trio walk towards Benson; eating popcorn. "Dude, what's wrong with your face?" Rigby asked, and (Y/n) slaps him. "Ow!" He shouted. "He's glowing. I've never seen him like this before." Mordecai said. "Yeah. It's weird." Rigby said, and (Y/n) smirks. "I think I know what it is." She said, and the duo look at her. "Oh yeah? What is it?" Rigby asked her curiously.

"Benson's in loooove!" She sang playfully. "What?!" The duo asked. "I just met the most amazing girl. We had a real chemistry~!" Benson said. "Gross! Benson, I'm trying to eat here!" Rigby scolded. "Eat?" Benson suddenly remembers. "The wings! I gotta get her wings! How can I ask her out if I don't have any wings?!" He ran to the cart, hopped in and drove off, leaving (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby behind. "Wait Benson, that's our stuff!" Mordecai shouted.

"Wanna go to the spot?" Rigby asked. "Yeah I do!" (Y/n) said with a goofy grin. With that, they went over to "the spot" as they laughed goofily along the way. Meanwhile, at Wing Kingdom, Benson was trying to figure out what kind of wings to order for him and Pam, while a long line was behind him, annoyed with Benson for taking too long.

"Hmm... hmm, mmm, mmm... what would Pam want? Regular?" Benson asked. "One order of re-" The cashier said. "No wait, spicy." Benson said. "One order-" Benson interrupts. "What if she doesn't like spicy? I'll take half spicy." He said. "They're just wings, buddy." The cashier said. Benson turns around; triggered. "Just wings?" These wings might decide whether or not I get to go out with the girl of my dreams!" He turns red. "Everything has to be perfect!" Benson shouted. "Mommy, I'm scared." A child said. "Uh sir, if you can't decide, I'd recommend the Big 50 Special. It's a bucket of 50 different kinds of wings, and it comes with a liter of ranch." The cashier said.

Benson starts to sweat. "Yeah, that actually sounds pretty good. I'll get that." He said. "You want those crispy or crunchy?" The cashier asked. "How crispy is "crispy?" Benson asked. "UGH!" Back at the park, Benson drives in the cart with his wings and ranch. He stopped the cart and looked through the binoculars, seeing Pam entering the second dome. "Gotta get in there. These wings aren't getting any warmer. Hmm..."