Abby and Gibbs are in the lab, scowling at one another. They must not be talking because they seem to be shoving a piece of paper back and forth between them.
...
You will write "I am not allowed to host parties at the NCIS" 100 times before you go home.
NO!
Yes.
NO, Gibbs!
Oh, yes, you will.
I don't want to.
Don't care. If you don't get to it, you'll be doing it on a sore rear end.
Okay, okay, I'll do it. I'll do it.
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1.) I am not allowed to host parties at the NCIS.
2.) I am not allowed to host parties at the NCIS.
3.) I am not allowed to host parties at the NCIS.
4.) I am not allowed to host parties at the NCIS.
5.) I am not allowed to host parties at the NCIS.
6.) I am not allowed to host parties at the NCIS.
7.) I am not allowed to host parties at the NCIS.
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Gibbs seems to be satisfied with Abby calming down and writing. He's headed out, calling back that he'll be checking on her in fifteen minutes. He's off in the elevator. Oh, no. If he could only see Abby now ... pouring half a bag of cinnamon hearts into a Caf-Pow! that she suddenly produced from a cupboard in her lab!
Can you tell me, does she ever give up? Ever?