Finding my cubicle I unload everything into a corner, destined to be sorted later. Looking around the office I notice that there is almost no activity.
Wow, who'd've known. Werewolf capture unit. Dang this is a big responsibility.
Sighing, I sit down pulling my sketchbook out, brushing my hand through my hair, resting my feet on my desk, and continuing my sketch of the griffyn I had meat only a few weeks ago.