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Varicolored
“Let me help you.”
“Eh? Abby? What?”
“I know exactly what you need.”
“Abby, what the hell are you talking about?”
Splat. Varicolored paint spread across his shirt as the balloon filled with paint broke on contact.
“Abby? What the hell? This is my favorite shirt.”
“Sorry, Timmy. Sometimes sacrifices have to be made for the greater good.”
“Is there a problem with my shirt?”
“Nope.”
“Then why did you hit me with the paint balloon.”
“You need to learn to have fun.” Abby giggled as she ran away before McGee could catch her.
McGee looked down at his shirt and sighed. He wondered if his dry cleaners could do anything with this.
“Probie, haven't you learned to run when Abby offers help?”
“Apparently not.” Gibbs snorted.
