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A crash of metal and glass raining from above echoed throughout localhost HQ, causing Git to jump out of his seat where he was, of course, diligently working and not dozing off for a nap at all. The cacophony of noise continued for a few seconds as he panted deeply, trying to catch his breath. What in the—
"GIIIIIIIIIIIT!" Terminal's voice echoed, and Git blinked in confusion. It wasn't him! Not this time! He was innocent!
He tip-toed to the door, peeking his head into the hallway, blue eyes widening at the sight of one very long, very black, very slick tentacle winding its way down the hallway. GitHub! Instinct told him to run in the opposite direction from the tentacle's origin (the kitchen, maybe?) but he barely managed two steps before he found himself summoned to Terminal's side.
Damn the old man's powers! "I DIDN'T DO IT!" he shouted. "I WAS WORKING, YOU OLD GEEZER!"
"Then what is this?" Terminal demanded, motioning at the amorphous shape Git had, thus far, avoided seeing.
He took a couple of breaths and then turned to take in the mess. In the middle of the shared kitchen lie GitHub, rolling euphorically in a pile of green leaves, a grin on his face, eyes half-lidded, his tentacles flopping about as if he had no control over them. Scattered around him haphazardly laid pots and pans, broken dinnerware, and eating utensils.
Git couldn't help it; the tears began to well up as he took in the sight. This was awful. "H-he popped it!" he exclaimed.
Terminal frowned, crossing his arms sternly as he gazed down at Git. "He popped… what?"
The expression only served to make Terminal more terrifying, and Git suddenly found he couldn't focus. Terminal took care of them and was in control of so many things, but sometimes he could be quite scary… and especially when he was like this. "H-he… pop…. he p-pop… he p-popped—" The words wouldn't come, no matter how hard he tried. He couldn't stop staring at GitHub, who — now done with rolling around enthusiastically — was staring intently at the lower cabinets, brown-eyes wide and unseeing, a small of bead of drool lazily rolling down his chin.
Large hands were on his shoulders, squeezing them tightly. "Git. Look at me," Terminal said firmly, in a voice that brooked no argument. Git managed to tear his eyes away from GitHub, blinking through tears as he stared up at Terminal. "I need you to concentrate. What. Did. GitHub. Pop?"
"H-he popped m-my staaaaash," Git whined. "It's where I kept catnip.exe."
Terminal sighed heavily, ducking a tentacle that swung over his head. "How long will he be like this?" he demanded.
"How am I supposed to know? I've never run the entire executable at one time!" Git exclaimed.
"Well, when he's done… you're cleaning this up! And. No. More. Catnip!"