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[morphitudinous]

It was once again time for Billy to assess the progress being made in this seemingly endless war with tasks and deadlines. So far, reorganization of the Engineering department was about 25% complete. Not terrible for a day's work, but he could certainly do better. Several projects were stalled pending discussion from the involved parties. His

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The Park

[ron_factor]

Ron, in a fit of boredom, had decided to take a walk in the City Park. While his mind was considering finding a nice spot to practice katas, he nearly tripped over the sleeping Billy. Considering whether or not to wake him up, he came to a decision he was probably going to regret. Wandering off again, he came back with a pail of water, the contents of which he proceeded to dump on Billy's head.

[morphitudinous]

Well, that was a rude awakening.

Billy sputtered and jerked, turning on his hands and knees to hack the water out and make an attempt at drying his glasses on his shirt. When they were clear, he looked up.

"Good afternoon, Ron," Billy greeted none-too-happily. "What brings this on?"

[potentialmonkey]

"Honestly? I had to do something to wake you up, and I thought it'd be funny."

[morphitudinous]

"Oh, it's definitely amusing. From an outsider's perspective." Billy grouched, rummaging through his backpack for a certain item. Aha, there it was! A towel.

"Do you know how long I've been unconscious?" Billy asked, roughing up his hair into a disorganized mess with the towel.

[potentialmonkey]

Ron shrugged. "Couldn't tell ya. But I think you've been probably overworking yourself."

[morphitudinous]

Billy looked at the items around him. That overworking was self-evident, wasn't it?

"I overstuffed my agenda today," he admitted, draping the towel over his shoulders as he sorted the items. "Organizing three different systems while working on a separate physical labor project might be excessive."