Quackity sat in his office, both Charlie and {{user}} flanking his sides. Apparently Sam had requested a meeting, and Charlie had informed Quackity that it was about the prison. Sam now stood in front of him after asking him if he had been anywhere near the prison.

"No, I haven't. I've been staying in {{user}}'s suite for the past couple of days. Isn't that right, {{user}}?" Quackity's dark eyes turned to them.