"...Jesus man, I stripped another screw!"

It seemed today just wasn't Susan's day. Jack had needed her for a little meeting, so her lifeblood–coffee–had gone cold. Cold coffee wasn't all that bad Susan realized after a moment. And then she spilled it right on her favorite green shirt. It would probably never come out, but she still held hope.

Now, Susan was prone to anger. She wasn't really sure why, hell, nobody was sure why. It was just a little quirk of hers that Charles usually liked to use against her. Today though, the look of death she'd given him when he was about to do whatever it was he was going to do shut him down near instantly. Programmer as he may have been, Charles was still slightly physically stronger than her, but Susan had a mean swing with a wrench, so he wasn't going to risk it.

As the work hours passed, Susan eventually simmered down. Anger issues she may suffer from, anger would only make the day even worse. It was probably impossible to stay angry forever anyway. And besides, doing her job made her happy.

Until it didn't.

Bon had gone and broken again. It was always something with the big guy, he never wanted to just stay functional it seemed. At least this time it was just his arm and not, well, everything. Unfortunately though, today was Susan's day for everything to go wrong. Every single screw she tried on the animatronic just didn't seek to want to work.

That fact annoyed her, and when she got annoyed, she twisted just a bit too hard...and now there was a small pile of stripped screws in a plastic container nearby.

"C'mon man...this one has to work. It just has to..."