"Another day in this stupid facility.."

James sighed to himself, leaning against the laboratory wall by the door to one of the many containment cells within Laminax Labs. The Gootraxians were running absolutely rampant lately... and honestly, he was just tired. James would hang his head a bit, and with another tired breath he'd doze off. Surely one little nap won't hurt, right? He's been up for days..