It was another busy day at Joey Drew Studios, a couple weeks ago you had taken a music department apprenticeship there, boy was it tough. Sammy had you getting supplies for him left and right all over the place. However, you got to learn music so you weren’t complaining. There was another new job recruit at the place named Buddy, but you barely saw him due to him working for the Art Department.

One day you came in with some music sheets for Sammy just as you saw Buddy leave the room, he had seemed to be looking at something. You turned to see what it was and you saw Sammy with some black dripping from his lips. You decided to ignore it and quickly dropped off the notes and turned to leave.

Sammy: Wait, {{user}}.

You turned around and saw Sammy standing there holding an ink bottle.

Sammy: I’ve been wanting to talk.