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[fry_sandhu]

Fry slams the door behind him when he comes into the bar tonight, clutching a small black object. He looks around quickly, hoping to spot Gene, and then goes over to the bar.

"Bar, have you seen Gene? I need police advice or I might have to go on the run." he says.

This is the last time he takes advice from anyone with a pink moustache.


[ooc: Not plotlocked, but all threads millitimed to before Gene's]

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[cottoncandypink]

Wilford is also at the bar tonight, more than a little drunk, and utterly without context to... whatever's going on now.

"What's wrong with you?"

[fry_sandhu]

"I need Gene." Fry says.

[cottoncandypink]

Ugh. Why?

"What do you need that pain in the ass for?"

He takes a drink of whiskey that he definitely doesn't need right now.

[fry_sandhu]

"He's not a pain in the ass. Well he is, but he's my mate, so he's not a pain in the ass to me." Fry says.

He glances over. "I'm in trouble with the law."

[cottoncandypink]

"Congratulations. You're a man now."

Or... something.

[fry_sandhu]

"I might have to go on the run." Fry says.

[cottoncandypink]

"Why? How many people did you kill?"

Because that's really the only reason anyone should ever need to go on the run. Wilford knows from experience.

[fry_sandhu]

"Nobody." Fry says. "All I tried to do was grow a really big bean."

[cottoncandypink]

Okay, Wilford is way too drunk for this conversation.

"What?"

[fry_sandhu]

"I took the parental lock off the internet like you told me to." Fry says. "And tried to see how much it would cost to get things to make my bean bigger, like fertiliser, and radioactive stuff. Like in Jack and the Beanstalk."

[cottoncandypink]

"Okay?"

Wilford is so confused right now. Maybe a bite of his steak will help.


Nope, still confused.

"So, what? You ordered some nuclear waste on the internet and the feds intercepted your package?"

What the hell is going on?

[fry_sandhu]

"I tried to order a tonne of fertiliser by mistake instead of a bag." Fry says. "And now there are some men at the house and they think I'm a terrorist."

He shows Wilford the ID they handed him to show his mum when he answered the door.

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford looks at the ID.

"Oh, yeah. You're fucked."

He's so helpful.

[the_gene_genie]

Gene is in for a quick pint in the middle of the morning, as he often is. Because putting up with Ray and Chris necessitates it, not to mention bloody Tyler and his nonsense.

He's given a napkin along with the pint, which he reads, frowns at, and then looks around.

'Fry. What's up, lad?'

Damnit, now he can't smoke. Oh well.

[fry_sandhu]

Fry is very glad to see Gene. He hadn't worked out what he would need to pack to go on the run.

"I'm in trouble and I don't know what to do." he says, flapping his hands slightly.

[the_gene_genie]

'Right. Okay.'

Gene takes a seat, avoiding looking at the flapping hands because he never knows what to do about them.

'G'on, then.'

[fry_sandhu]

"Wilford told me to take the parental lock off the internet so that I could do more interesting things for my project." Fry says. "The project is to do as many things as I can with a packet of ten bean seeds. So I took the parental lock off to see if I could get things to make a giant beanstalk like in Jack and the Beanstalk."

[the_gene_genie]

...okay, the first thing Gene's taking from this is, why would anyone listen to a thing Wilford says?

The other is;

'What's the internet?'

[fry_sandhu]

"It's where you can look at information and buy things on your computer." Fry says. "Like a catalogue and an encyclopedia."

He holds out the ID badge he's been clutching, which appears to belong to a man associated with National Security.

"I tried to get some fertiliser, or some radioactive material, to make it big, but I tried to buy too much by mistake and even though the credit card didn't work they sent these men around. They think I'm a terrorist."

[the_gene_genie]

Weirdly, this makes sense to Gene! He takes the ID badge, scowling.

'What, like you're in the IRA or somethin'?'

Because they use fertiliser, so he gets it.

'They know you're eight, right?'

[fry_sandhu]

"I'm not sure." Fry says. "What's the eyeray?"

"I think they know I'm eight, unless they think I'm very short. But..." he bites his lip slightly.

"I'm autistic and I'm part Asian so I'm scared I might get put in prison. I heard they do that to people like me they think are terrorists."

[the_gene_genie]

'The IRA are a bunch of murdering bastards that...'

Wait, this is not going to be child-friendly, so he stops.

'Ask your dad. But you don't need to worry about a thing.'

He hands the ID badge back, though he doesn't look pleased. He looks stern, and Fry might be about to get an earful.

'The age of criminal responsibility is ten. Even if you were a terrorist, you couldn't be done for it.'

[fry_sandhu]

"Will my mum and dad get in trouble?" Fry asks.

"I don't need to go on the run, do I?"

[the_gene_genie]

'Shouldn't think so, and no. But you are going to get a bloody good tellin' off.'

Starting now, even.

'What the bloody hell are you doing, using your mam's money without asking her?'

[fry_sandhu]

"I thought it was only eighty pence, I was going to give her the eighty pence." Fry says. "Because I don't have a credit card."