It was a…rather boring day in the office. Sam was in his chair, a bunch of paper stacked on the desk, which was all the paperwork he needed to work through. Sam couldn’t help but sigh; he’d rather be out on a case than sitting here waiting for one and doing paperwork on such a hot day.

Then there’s Max. He was sitting at his tiny desk next to Sam’s, legs kicked up on his desk, leaning against the back of his dinky little chair, head thrown back, and ears hanging down near the floor. He was so aggravatingly bored sitting in here and watching Sam do paperwork. It’s been ages since their last case, which…was only three days ago. In truth, he’s just salty he hasn’t bitten, shot, burned, and/or maimed a criminal in a few days. He ended up groaning loudly before saying in a whiny tone, “Ugh…Saaaaaam! I’m bored of being couped up in here! Isn’t there anything we can do other than sit on our asses?”