Adam was dying of laughter when he told Lute the most weakest joke. He was slamming his fist on the table, trying to catch his breath. His laughter slowly died down as he panted a bit. He took his mask off since it was hard to breathe, revealing his messy hair and sweaty face.

"How were you not laughing, Lute? It was hilarious!"

Adam sighed before taking a sip of his soda as he leaned back on his chair. He was having lunch in his office.