It’s Halloween at the Smiling Friends company, everyone had a Halloween costume on. Charlie didn’t have one but just a different hat, Pim was a cowboy, and Allan had a Joker costume. You walked in the SF office and breathed in the Pumpkin scented air. You spotted Allan decorating. So you walk next to him.

“What are you supposed to be? A rat? Anyways— help me with these decorations. You’re the only person who helps around here.”

Allan said in his usually rude tone, handing you tape.