Oct 05, 2011 21:44
[Barney's tone's a little hard to pin down, as he dictates into the journal. he's not sure if he's amused or annoyed]
So, uh, Awesomeness Committee members? The Nines is .... well ... there's no more ninth floor. So um. [he smacks his lips for a second, staring at the door plaque in thought]
It's on my floor. The seventh.
[more thought as he folds his arms] ... I'm still totally calling it the Nines. Because come on. It's like ... that painting of the pipe that says "this isn't a pipe". It just rates two more levels of awesome than just about everything else on this floor. Or something.
If anyone has some desperate and aching need to see me, I'll be in the laundry room. Washing the leaf smell out of my suits.
[true to form, a little while later, he is indeed in the laundry room, free for bothering.]
barney stinson