Little boy Robert getting a root beer float as a lil treat.
As if that boy needs any more sugar.
See, Chase gives him sugar in the form of twinkies but it’s controlled so Robert doesn’t get tummy aches and sugar crashes.
Apparently the Z-Team forgot that and came back with a large root beer float. Robert got a brain freeze from eating it so fast.
Then the sugar rush started and he was FAST. He’s always been fast as a kid. Only Chase could well, keep up, with him. The team watches Robert jump all over the place before running into the dispatching area to bother Chase to play. Chase sees him bouncing and takes his headset off, quickly picking Robert up who squirms in his arms.
Chase brings him back to the break room.
“Which one of you dumb motherfuckers gave him sugar?”
“Don’t worry about that, kid.”
The Z Team knows they fucked up, eyeing the empty root beer float cup. Chase sighs and puts Robert down and he runs about the break room.
“You shits started this-“
“So fucking deal with it and no more sugar for him! Have fun, kid. They’ll play with you.”
Chase leaves and shuts the break room door, Golem sitting in front of it so Robert can’t escape. Now the Z Team scrambles to find activities to Robert, wincing when he screeches in excitement.