returning from the bar
"...Carl? What are you - did the closet eat you or something?"
Carl sighs, and grabs a stack of printer paper before heading out; Mother's still gaping, much to his lack of surprise.
"No, the bar finally decided to show up. Ask me about it later, all right?" True, that tactic just gives Mother time to think up more questions, but it also means he's not freaking out now. There's something to be said for good delay tactics.
"Fine, fine. I need to figure out where to start anyway." Mother heads back toward his desk and a half-dismantled gadget, and Carl doesn't bother restraining the sigh of relief. He takes the spare paper over to the printer before settling in at his own desk.
He can run a search for stuff for Suzi's paperwork later. For now, he's got things for the next job to get typed up - the more places he has it, the more likely he'll remember it.
Carl sighs, and grabs a stack of printer paper before heading out; Mother's still gaping, much to his lack of surprise.
"No, the bar finally decided to show up. Ask me about it later, all right?" True, that tactic just gives Mother time to think up more questions, but it also means he's not freaking out now. There's something to be said for good delay tactics.
"Fine, fine. I need to figure out where to start anyway." Mother heads back toward his desk and a half-dismantled gadget, and Carl doesn't bother restraining the sigh of relief. He takes the spare paper over to the printer before settling in at his own desk.
He can run a search for stuff for Suzi's paperwork later. For now, he's got things for the next job to get typed up - the more places he has it, the more likely he'll remember it.