Name: H. M. Woggle-Bug, T.E.
Clearance: Level Omicron, Elevated Bi-Weekly
Rank: Washed Daily
Current Location: Site-19, Sector-04
Object Class: Baumilite
Description: H.M. Woggle-Bug, TE was recovered by SCP-423 after a narrow scrape involving witches, a broom, several roads, and some poor self-inserts (not Fred). He was thankfully found before he could be lost again, and was contained and promoted on the same day, in that order, but not always.
SCP-24… H.M. Woggle-Bug posses a proboscus, antenna, a pair of tiny-glasses, and a drinking straw. His cane is never to be confiscated, as he needs that for walking, and also skipping, if he is feeling frisky. He regluar- BOOOORRRIINNNGGG!
The Naughty Bits:
H.M. Woggle-Bug's sexy proboscus twitched in delight as he detected the sent of a Lady Bug somewhere in the air. It was probably Zyn or someone else who also likes bugs. He totally followed those pheremones and was all: "Heeeyyyyyy." But dat gurl wouldn't give him the time of day, and so, he was all: "Daaaaaggggggggg, yo," and he was like, "Shit! I be married!" And Ms. Woggle-Bug? Shheeeetttt. She was pissed, bro. Then Fred showed up.
I'm here I'm here I promise I'm here you have to get me out of here I'm in here I was in the bookends and then I was here they put me here I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry THEY PUT ME HERE AND I CANNOT GE-
Outbreak Contained
Please Report Any Discontinuity With Actual Events to O5-12
