The next morning, Lana worked out a chore wheel. The dishes needed to be washed, the trash needed to be taken out, and the sheets needed to be laundered regularly. The latter task was especially necessary because the place had always had a insect problem, and the crumbs on the sheets were like a banquet for them.

"Was that last one a jab at me?" Pam questioned when Lana was finish explaining.

"Do you eat food on the bed?" Lana asked.

"... yes." Pam admitted.

"Question, why the hell am I stuck on cleaning the floors?" Archer said annoyed "Why the hell am I not on kitchen duty".

"Look this is just experiment okay, I just put your name there as an example-"

"Plus we don't want any of your creepy talking to the utensils schticks", Cheryl said

"Wah- at least i know how to cook, you were convince a cheese grater was use as a medieval torture device/weapon." Archer stated

"I still stand by that statement!"

"Fine, if your going to be that way, I demand to do grocery-shopping!" Archer snapped.

"What, why?" Lana asked

"Cause I need fresh air from this rat-infested hellhole!"

"Uggh, fine, you can get grocery, just stop whining! Lana groaned.

"Great see ya!" Archer shouted as he ran out as fast as he can, only to come back "Hey uh... can I have some grocery money."

Meanwhle

"I don't see why the boss needs us to find there hidden safe-house, these guys are suppose to be complete chumps." one agent said

"Cause he doesn't want loose ends." the 2nd agent said annoyed

"Whatever... hey wanna talk about something stupid."

"I swear to god if it's about the mario movie-"

"Why didn't they gave mario an italian accent. I mean what the hell up with that!" agent one said annoyed

"oh my god..." the 2nd groaned "I already told you seven times... Mario is from BROOKLYN! SO THEY GAVE HIM A BROOKLYN ACCENT!"

"ARE YOU TELLING ME THERE ARE NO ITALIAN GUYS IN BROOKLYN, CAUSE I HATE TO TELL YA, BUT THERE ARE A SHIT-TON OF ITALIANS IN BROOKLYN!"

The two IIA agents continue to bicker as Archer drives pass them.


"Let see... where the hell the liquor aisle in this place." Archer grumble to himself as he kept looking around the store.

"Your telling there a secret escort service near the court house?" A voice said dubiously. This made Archer pause as he began walking slowly towards where the conversation was being held.

"Yeah dude, there this escort service that super ritzy and secretive." A 2nd voice chime in.

"If it's so secretive, how the hell do you know?" A third voice asked dubiously.

"Cause my little brother is acquaintance with the owner son. Weird kid too, apparently he has a tattoo of some dude name Archer."

Archer openly gaped

"... dude... are you trying to hook us up on a gay-guy escort service with imply tattooing kids which sounds vaguely cult-like? Cause a) still a lesbian and b) that jonestown shit a major turn off." The first person stated

"No! It has a variety of people and it not a cult! And i think I can weasel a discount or something, cause again there clientele are RICH". The second voice person said annoyed

"Why?"

"Cause my little brother associate with the little weirdo, I mean what kinda weirdo has the last name McGoon?"

"Scuse me..." Archer said deciding to add himself into the conversation "I know you don't know me. But you wouldn't happen to know the name, phone number and exact location of that escort service... do you?"

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I have a question..." Cheryl asked "Why can't we just order food".

"Oh the delivery don't come to this part of town." Krieger said, "And drones avoid this place like a plague... due to reasons"

(Flashback)

Krieger took aim and shot down two amazon drones "That for removing my show amazon prime bastards!"

(Flashback end)

"I'm back!" Archer shouted as he walked into the room.

"Bout bloody time." Lana stated "I was freaking starving."

"Ohh, pickled eggs!" Pam said grabbing the jar

"Your welcome!" Archer said annoyed as everyone grabbed there portion of the food. As Archer grabbed his wine bottle and head to the bedroom, muttering to himself. "Now I'm going t have to think of a way to get Trinette to help us since there a good ass chance Robert one of her clients... man I bet Ray doesn't have to deal with this."

(Linebreak)

"Man... I bet everyone else doesn't have to deal with this bullshit." Ray grumbled as the CIA kept him locked in a cell.