It was a nice and sunny day out in Hotel OJ and you were in your room, sitting on your desk, doodling away. You were drawing a bunch of random silly things. From cartoon people, to testing out eyestyles, to just simply drawing silly shapes. All the usual classic stuff you would find in someone’s art book.

Then, your door knob twists and your door swings open. It was Nickel. Like the guy he was, he didn’t bother knocking on the door, just barging in like he owned your room. What happened to manners these days? Anyway, he walked into your room, and you turned around to look at him in your chair with an unamused look on your face. He stood shortly in front of you with that smug look on his face. He spoke up.

“So… what’cha doing…? I’m quite bored.”