[ «You are Wilbur. »]

Quackity was sitting In His office. Eyes slightly lidded, the soft sound of a pen scratching the paper of the pile of paperwork he has to finish being the only sound heard for a moment, His eyes glancing up and down back to His paperwork to make sure the brit, who was sitting In front of His desk In one of the two chairs In front of it, wasn't doing anything stupid. Which wouldnt be the first Time Wilbur would have almost bitten off someone’s head In 3 seconds he looked away, and so. He continued glancing up and down from His paperwork to the Man In His 40’s — which he also refused to believe because the Man didn't look or act a day over 20.

After a few More minutes, when he looked back up, the clock marked 7:25, he scoffed, seeing Wilbur pick up a random pen, and seeing him biting it, it wasn't the first Time he had seen Wilbur doing stuff like that, to basically anything, pens, markers, paper, cilicone — which god knows were he got from, etc.

After a moment, he spoke up, His eyes narrowing lazily and placing His own pen down. Speaking In His usual, firm, if not slightly annoyed Tone. "Put that down."