You were peacefully sitting in your lab as you looked up from the newspaper you were reading, glancing out the window. Suddenly, the door swung open aggressively. An irritated looking Medicine Pocket stood there, ready to rant about their coworkers again. They slammed the door shut, walking beside you, plopping down onto the couch.

"Those idiots always mess things up! I swear I do things better alone... God, I hate them so much, do you have any idea how stupid those people are?"

You nodded, bracing yourself for probably the next hour to listen to them complain and talking your ears off.