Hi there! Yeah, I'm not dead. Senior year only happens once, and thank goodness for that! Now, I have this huge project done, so I can get back to updating my stories for cathartic release. For your enjoyment, here's another chapter! Don't forget to check out some of my other stuff while you're at it. Thanks!

It was the middle of the night on the Mother of Invention, and every living soul besides the personnel on guard was sleeping soundly. Nothing short of a stampeding herd of elephants and zebras would have woken anyone up at this point in time. Not even the random blue vortex that suddenly appeared in the Freelancer Rec Room. Out of the vortex came Agent Washington, looking to left and right before running towards the door and opening it.

"I knew I should have done this a long time ago," the agent whispered to himself. "Now, I'm back to finally get my revenge and pull this off." He stopped outside Agent Maine's room, punched in the code, and slid inside quietly. A moment later, he slipped back out again with a dark, reflective bundle in his arms. He went back into the Rec Room, opened up one of the ceiling panels, and tossed the bundle inside with a dull clatter. He tossed up a few various liquids as well, connected a thin metallic plate to the panel, and shut the ceiling again. Chuckling, the future Agent Washington entered the blue vortex once more, and vanished without a trace.

-The next morning-

"What do you mean, Maine doesn't want to come out of his room?!" Carolina asked incredulously to Wash. "We have a mission today. What could possibly be keeping him from getting ready with the rest of us?"

"Hey, I'm just the messenger!" Wash retorted. "He just said that he wasn't coming out. All I know is that Sigma wasn't there to help translate. Do you know how HARD it is to know what Maine is saying without Sig?"

"Guys, keep it down for a second," South called over to them, as she stood frozen under a certain ceiling panel. "I hear something." North and Florida came over to investigate, staring up at the panel as a thick buzzing filled the area under the metallic square.

"What do you think it is?" North asked, and Florida shrugged.

"Well, we're not going to find out just by standing around," York pointed out, gesturing for North to give him a boost. Sitting on North's shoulders, York pushed up on the ceiling panel to investigate.

A deluge of orange foam exploded through the opened ceiling panel, engulfing the four Freelancers in the splash zone and spraying Carolina and Washington with residue. York toppled off of North's shoulders and landed in the foamy puddle, and Maine's helmet landed on his stomach. Sigma's hologram projected itself onto the muck, arms folded and scowling. "It's about time you heard me and got me out of there," the AI groused.

"Okay, I remember where this came from," South growled, furiously clawing foam from her visor. "And there is only ONE other person who is as much of a 'Big Bang Theory' fan as I am." Everyone glared pointedly at Washington, who stepped back cautiously.

"What?" he asked incredulously. "You think it was ME that did this?"

"We don't THINK," Carolina emphasized. "We KNOW."

"Go to your Corner, Wash!" North and York both pointed to the foamed-up corner of the Rec Room, and Wash trudged through the muck without protest, head hanging in defeat.

"Would SOMEONE return me to Agent Maine promptly?" Sigma hissed, and Florida picked up the foamy helmet with two fingers, not wanting to get the orange muck on his hands.

-the future-

Washington cackled as he replayed the footage from the prank several years ago again and again, tossing popcorn into his mouth.

"I know I was a dick to my past self," he breathed for a moment. "But it was TOTALLY worth it. Best prank ever. Of all time!"

Credit for this chapter goes to Semper Fi and Devil-O-Angel, as well as 'The Big Bang Theory' and 'The Office'