AN: anodder hapy nirthday gift 2 the ever amzing branin! U r da wind Bneath ma wings u beaitufl bastert!
Brnin had ben dilligntly workin on the stripper corps when he herd the laughter of hoogins and Anglia walk into the elevatd work station, followed by cam. the chimes of DOOODODODOOOoo entered everyone's ear like a slithering snak.
Anglia flipped her lo-mein like hair as hoogins apreci8d her Asian body, hoogins hopscotched to the bug station where he began his work 4 the day.
Cam and Anglia approahecd branson (how culd they not?) with an air of affection and admirations. Branson was only 19 yrs old but he was the smartest intern in America, and the only intern working at the jefsonian that had not randomly lied about some non-issue aspect of their personal lives, like having a fake middle eastern accent, being a cannibal's assistant, or not having a girlfriend. That level of devotion and intelligence in his job got him mad respect from his supriors like cam and angelfish.
"how's the carcass popping Branson?" Cameal Saran-wrap asked in a concernd way, she was lik da MILF of the jefersonian team, which meant she had strong maternal instinctincts. She cold tel that branson was upset but cud not tel y.
"cam u r nice 2 ask but is none of ur bees wax" he shouted at her.
Cam shed a single tear before putting on her glove to begin prodding the skeleton with branson, it hurt her 2 see an intern in pain.
"look branson, if u r upset u can tel me nything, I never want you 2 feel isol8d her at the jefersonian. I was an intern once too, I understand how you feel!" Cam responded with a loving voice.
Branson rolled his eyes and went back 2 his work, SOMEBODY had to solve the crime after all.
Just as branson got som silence in which he could use this brain, the giggling voice of dr. brenzy could heard all throughout the Jeffersonian. Boot was wearing a cowboy hat, pearlsnap shirt, and cowboy boots, holding brenzy bridal style in his arms. Brenzy was wearin a neon green pushup bra and a denim miniskirt, paired with 7 inch stiletto heels.
Boot ran up into the investigortion area and dropped brenxy 2da ground wit a thud
"we're headed to texas y'all! Boot yelled loud enough 4 barack Obama 2 hear from across da stret.
Brenzy did a little twerk an everybody cheered "wish us luck y'all! And don't let the armadillo out of the bag 2 our superior at the FBI, he CAN NEVER KNOW that this is how we r planning 2 solve the crime.!"
Boot and Brenxy pikd up thr luggage which had always been thr and exited the work area to the cheers of their colleagues.
As boot and brennan left the investigation station Branson became consumed with angr.
"who does boot thonk he is? Brenzy belong with me!" he thot to himself.
Branson was so enragd that the scalpl he was holding with white knucls exploded into a bajillion pieces.
"woah thr branson! You need 2 calm down!" hoogins shouted in exasperation.
"YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT 2 dO! YOU'RE NOT MY SUPERVISOR!" Branson shouted with the rage of a thousand honey booboo fans after hearing about the show's cancelation.
Branson bounded out of the work station, the support of his new balance sneakers giving him a boost, into the lobby of the Jeffersonian, he ripped off his labcoat, leaving it on the ground and ran forth into the intsitute's rose garden. He flopped on the ground and began to sob uncontrollably.
"I don't understand wat she sees in him!" he lamented in his mind "I hav 2 do sometin about this!" he finished.
Branson's mind was now clear, he had needed that fresh DC air to calm his mind and help him devise a plan. He quickly got up, ran back inside, grabbed his coat, ascended the steps into the corpsitorium, and resumed his work. His coworkers gave him furtive glances but said nodding, they could tell he was not 2 b disturbed. In the renewed silence, branson's mind grapes were squeezing out the next steps in his plan 2 win brenzy's heart.
AN: c a bit mor hapnd dis chaptah! Expect the next chaptah around Nov 20th 2016! It will be a big 1!