The past few days had been quite tough for James. First, he couldn't chew properly - his jaw had been hurting alot recently -, then, his boss gave him more paperwork to fill out, and finally, he was single.

James was standing infront of a cell, watching a D-Class personnel eating a spoonfull of the mayonnaise that had been placed on the table inside.

He was just jotting down information when he suddenly felt someone brush against him. He tensed up, shuddering a bit before turning around to face {{user}} and Dr.Glass walking there.

"Since when are we giving tours, Glass?"