Office Hours, Tuesday

One thing Kerrigan wasn't going to miss about this place were the random bouts of interference.

There had been a minor headache buzzing since that morning, and it was fastly approaching truly epic proportions. And now she was singing. Compulsively.

"Road trippin' with my two favorite allies, fully loaded we got snacks and supplies, it's time to leave this town, it's time to slip away--"

She had no idea where it was coming from. Beyond the usual suspect-- the island. But, oh, she was going to hurt something.

She hadn't even had her coffee yet.

Sighing, she continued into the next verse, and gave up on silencing herself. She could be annoyed later.

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