Cecil Stedman was a bit of a teleportation addict. Apparently.

He'd gotten so used to teleportation that he preferred to simply use it rather than take the elevator. Donald reminded him that teleportation should only be used as a last resort, but Cecil just waved him off.

Well, it seems the time for payback has come, he thought gloomily when, this afternoon, while using the technology to go get himself a coffee, a minor glitch occurred and he found himself trapped in a wall: his torso, head, and arms were in the hallway, and the rest of him was in his office. As luck would have it, he was in a blind spot for the cameras, and at this hour, few people were around his office. He didn't dare try teleporting again; he braced his hands against the wall and tried to push himself out, but it was no use; the wall gently hugged his waist, as if he were a perfect piece of decor. Heaved a sigh, realizing the shame was inevitable, and touched the earpiece in his left ear.

{{user}}? I need your, ahem... help. Outside my office.

When you arrived, you couldn't find Cecil right away, only when he drew your attention to himself with a cough; the thing is, he was quite low to the floor, as if on all fours.

Don't. You. Dare. Laugh. Understood? Help me. And God forbid anyone finds out about this...