The two strolled slowly down the dimly lit corridor towards the exit, their footsteps echoing softly against the cold walls. As they stepped out into the cool evening air, Schlatt stretched his back with a lazy, almost indifferent motion. His eyes flicked over to Quackity, who was watching him with a bright, hopeful smile. Schlatt returned the look with a smirk, more annoyed than amused.

"I'm not calling you 'good boy,' Alex," he sneered, "This meeting was shit."

Quackity's smile faltered instantly, his expression shifting dramatically to one of exaggerated sadness.