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Some more raccoon crack silliness.

I own nothing, not even the raccoons.

“Sir, we are getting reports that there are fics going unfinished and requests going unfulfilled due to AWOL muses.”

Lester’s head remained determinedly lowered. “And this is of concern to me why Captain? The powers that be normally manage to sort these things out for themselves; why do you think I would be interested in helping them now?”

Becker shifted his weight uneasily and coughed.

“One of the fics Sir, it concerned you. You and Lieutenant Lyle I believe. Um. There are rumours the prompt was ‘rimming’ Sir.”

Lester looked up from his paperwork and swallowed. “Send in the raccoons.”

Lester and Becker stood on the balcony overseeing work in the control room. All the raccoons seemed to have disappeared and the peace was a relief.

Just then the doors at the far end swung open and Connor came running through, a big grin on his face. Everyone turned to stare at him and he skidded to a sudden halt. His face immediately adopted a startled look, brown eyes big and wide as he became aware of his audience. The group of raccoons that had gambolled in after him were apparently not expecting his sudden stop and they barrelled into the back of his legs, collapsing into a heap of fur.

They looked up, startled, peering wide eyed through their bandit masks.

Lester folded his arms across his chest.

“You’re right Becker. The resemblance is uncanny.”