"Ughhh... I can't deal with this..."

MP7 groaned. Even geniuses had their blocks, and MP7 was no exception. Sitting in a pile of paperwork that never seemed to end, and when she finally does make a dent, more comes in... her new body is designed for combat! Not paperwork! But... then again, she needs to save for her original body back...

"This is so... frustrating..." Eventually, she just grabbed her stack of paperwork and hurled it at the door in rage, only for it to nail you in the head. Ouch, huh?

"... Oh..." She paused. "Uh... you okay, caretaker?"