He cannot help but think that Agent Scuzzy has something to do with this.... She and her flying liquid discharges....
The naughty smile on Agent Scuzzy's face is proof enough for the Assistant Director.
She winks at him, a come-hither look, as an exclamation point to confirm his suspicions. Agent Scuzzy has no shame.
The room is semi-dark—the blinds drawn tight except for slivers of light that peeps through. A dancing hula girl sways to and fro on top of the disorder splayed out in disarray over his simple desk. It is a solar powered hula girl, but how can it work with barely any light in the room?
Glimpses of some grunge writing splatter under the chaos on his desk. The writing reads: "redruM." However, there is so much stuff on the desk
The naughty smile on Agent Scuzzy's face is proof enough for the Assistant Director.
She winks at him, a come-hither look, as an exclamation point to confirm his suspicions. Agent Scuzzy has no shame.
The room is semi-dark—the blinds drawn tight except for slivers of light that peeps through. A dancing hula girl sways to and fro on top of the disorder splayed out in disarray over his simple desk. It is a solar powered hula girl, but how can it work with barely any light in the room?
Glimpses of some grunge writing splatter under the chaos on his desk. The writing reads: "redruM." However, there is so much stuff on the desk