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"AND FINISH IT ALL BEFORE I GET BACK!" Ms. O yelled, slamming the door to the room Oprah and O'Donahue were in. The partners looked at each other, then the pile of paperwork in front of them.
"Well we might as well start." O'Donahue muttered, sitting down and started paperwork.
"Right." Oprah said, sitting down.
It was quiet for a while before O'Donahue spoke up.
"Oprah look at that huge moth." Oprah looked up and saw, not a moth, a bat. Flying around the ceiling.
"That's a bat." She said looking back down at her paperwork. It was just a bat nothing eventful about that.
"A-a b-bat?" He stuttered, Oprah nodded and looked up. O'Donahue was watching the bat with a terrified look on his face.
"Its fine, it's hurt us silly." Oprah said. She honestly thought O'Donahue was playing a trick on her.
"What if it bites us?" Oprah realized he was not playing around, he was literally terrified of a bat.
"It won't, bats don't bite, chill out, its just a small one. It's not even fully grown." Oprah assured him, O'Donahue was nearly under the small table.
"C-can you take it out?" Oprah looked at him dubiously.
"Take it out? It's just a small, ity-bity bat it's not going to hu- You know what? I'll get it out." She said as she looked at O'Donahue, who was nearly under the table with his hands over his head.
"Thanks Oprah." O'Donahue said, Oprah stood up, and hit a folder. It crumpled to the ground. And Oprah carried it out and put it in the creature room.
"Back to the paperwork." O'Donahue trailed off, as he saw Ms. O in the doorway.
Oh darn it. Oprah thought. Now we're in trouble.
"What's going on here?" She asked sternly. Oprah spoke up.
"We got distracted," Oprah started.
"There was a bat." O'Donahue said. Ms. O's head snapped up.
"Okay, I'm done. Bye." She said, walking off. Oprah and O'Donahue sat down.
"That was weird." Oprah said, O'Donahue nodded.