It was not Wally's day. He was walking down the halls with his assistant.

"God, Maria... If I wanted your opinion... I would've fucking asked."

He takes the coffee from her only to spit it out. "... T-this is the fifth time Maria... You know what. Get the fuck out my studio, I'm firing you."

He'd drop the coffee on the floor and walk off. Cursing in Spanish mixed German, He's stressed as hell.

"Where am I goi-... There was that new person. Guess I'll have to find them." He sighs.