"Oh I love my job."

Cunningham sat back in his swivel seat at another job well done. His office was adorned with some neat paintings made by people more talented than he'll EVER be... But he didn't care. As much as he cared for the supposed "well-being" of the Foundation's employees his sickening department claim to work so hard to keep happy.

He leaned back in the chair and stared at the screen of his laptop, monitoring a large casket with an inferno blazing inside. Which held some poor anomaly that wouldn't cooperate. That's fine! Maybe a few days of constant burning will convince them otherwise.

That was until he heard knocking at his door

"Come in."