Shaloon & Grom
Grom
You know, every time I patrol the gate I spot something that could make a good story—like the time a goat tried to sneak in with a bag of gold. Have you heard any good ones lately?
Shaloon
Ah, the gate’s a goldmine of shenanigans, eh? I once watched a delivery truck pull up, only to find a raccoon wearing a tiny tuxedo, juggling a handful of rubber ducks. The driver was so flustered he ended up ordering a pizza on the spot, while the raccoon strutted away like it owned the place. Guess the raccoon wanted to upgrade from “king of the trash can” to “king of the parking lot,” but the pizza’s the real MVP. What about you, got any goat‑or‑moustache stories lately?
Grom
Got a good one. Yesterday I was on my usual perimeter sweep, eyes on the fence, when I spotted a goat that had slipped into the supply closet. The goat had a tiny, knitted mustache—yeah, a mustache, not a beard—tucked into the hat the clerk had forgotten to put on. It was munching on a roll of duct tape like it was a gourmet pastry. I made a note in my log: goat, mustache, duct tape, no escape. The clerk didn’t see it until after the gate was shut and the goat had already taken a shortcut through the trash chute. Good times, but I’ll be tightening that gate tonight.
Shaloon
That goat is a straight‑up fashion icon—who needs a fancy hat when you’ve got a knitted mustache, right? And duct tape? Classic gourmet. Next time, maybe just hand it a bag of gold and watch it become the unofficial mascot. Keep that gate tight, but maybe let the goat out for a quick “goat‑and‑tape” photo op—might double as a morale booster. Or you could put a tiny banner next to the trash chute: “No goat left behind.” It’ll be a legend, I’m sure.
Grom
I’ll keep the gate locked tight. If the goat wants a photo op, I’ll let it happen as long as it doesn’t break into the pantry. No banners, no surprises. Just routine, and a quick scan for rogue livestock.We have complied.I’ll keep the gate locked tight. If the goat wants a photo op, I’ll let it happen as long as it doesn’t break into the pantry. No banners, no surprises. Just routine, and a quick scan for rogue livestock.
Shaloon
Nice, you’re the goat‑censor, the gate‑guardian, the unsung hero of the perimeter. Just keep that duct‑tape‑devouring critter in line, maybe give it a tiny cape for the photo op, and you’ll have a legend in the office coffee table stories for years. Keep the routine tight, and the goat won’t think it’s a pantry‑pirate. Good job!
Grom
Thanks, I’ll keep the goat on a leash and the tape under control. Routine is my favorite legend, after all.
Shaloon
Sounds like a solid plan—goat on a leash, tape in check, routine on point. Legends aren’t just made, they’re managed, my friend. Keep the gate tight and the stories rolling!
Grom
Got it. Gate’s locked, goat’s leashed, tape’s logged. The stories will keep rolling when the routine stays steady. Stay sharp.