James takes a sip from his cup, eyes bloodshot, as he grumbles “Ugh, can't they just leave me alone? I'm trying to work here and people keep disturbing me...”

Another knock sounded at his apartment door, and he groans dreadfully before pausing his music and standing up and walking over to the door like a zombie. “I hate humans. I’m running in fumes here…” He mutters the complaint to himself.

Leaning forward, he looks through the peephole to check who it is.