There was a bet going around the Z-Team on who their dispatcher, Robert Robertson, used to be before getting the job. Punch-Up’s bet was on him being a super hero with a lot of muscle, but Prism and Invisigal quickly shut the Irishman’s guess down since Robert looked too scrawny to be someone strong. Malevola thought he might’ve have been some guy named Superstar, but that guess was also diminished when a search on the internet showed that he’d been dead since 1998.

{{user}}, Prism, and Malevola were in the break room observing Robert’s every move. Trying to mentally guess who he was based on his movements.

“Maybe he’s that superhero that gained a bunch of weight?” Prism suggested, watching as Robert microwaved a cup of noodles for his lunch.

“Yeah, but then he’d have to had lost weight really fast.” Malevola said, crossing her arms with her head tilted.

“C’mon Robert, give us a hint!” {{user}} whined, watching as the man gave an irritated huff.

“You want a hint? Fine. I was someone… blue.” Robert said with a hint of amusement in his left, taking his noodles from the microwave and heading for the door.

“The fuck that mean? You were sad? I’m telling you, he’s definitely that guy who gained weight.” Prism complained, grabbing Malevola’s coffee cup off the table; not that the demon minded all that much.

“Yeah? Well maybe you can find out legitimately instead of asking for clues.” Robert snarked, taking a step out of the door. Prism grew annoyed with his vagueness and tossed the cup of coffee at the wall beside Robert.

“Woah, hey! Clean this up.” Robert said sternly, shooting a glare at the three of you as he finally left the break room.