The Minigail Maintenance Unit 2 (Patreon)

"BEHGAIL!? Where is Bigail!?"

"We are the same person, MrArgent. Behgail is when I feel like a sheepgirl that day and Bigail is when I feel like a human that day... Well... More human... It's not my fault if you called me while I'm Behgail..."

"Really!? I always thought it was like your twin sister or something... That explain why I never saw you guys in the same room at the same time..."

"We are never in the same room but that is not the reason. We try to stay away from each other because it would be very dangerous that we fall in love and have kids together. That would fuck up all the timelines and our baby would be mentally hindered."

"But... What!?"

"So here! Take this!"

"A white tube and... A poopball!?"

"It's a cigarette and some hash. This is for Tinygail. She can self-maintain herself with that. Just give her a lighter, an empty bottle and a can of coke. She'll be back on the job in one hour!"

"Alright... Come in... Prepare yourself for the incessant screaming..."

"Tsss... I already have tinnitus and let's be honest here, MrArgent, Minigails aren't that loud and annoying... You are being a little drama queen right now... Hehehehe..."

MrArgent didn't say a word. Instead, he cracked opened his door, letting the screeching, the squealing and the wailing for to be heard by our heroine. She immediately covered her ears with her hands and started crying too:

"OH MY GOD!!! IT'S LIKE THE END OF THE WORLD IN THERE!!!"

She was right. If hell has sounds, those are the sounds.

"Comon... Get to work."

Said MrArgent, still holding the shaking, crying mess that was Tinygail.