Working at Joy Corp was something that many could describe as hypnotic, and not just because of the company’s long history of hypnosis over each and every worker it gets. It was repetitive, much too repetitive to Dr Gaggle. Each day, he worked over the table in the laboratory, making Glaggles and such. However, it became quite the tiresome chore for the man. In his free time, enacting chaos was the only thing keeping the man sane.

As all days go, he perfects yet another little creation. Perfect in the way that Joy Corp believed, not him. He hated these little things..rascals. Speaking of which, before he could even put away any equipment, he heard a small crash, and a struggle! That was until he also heard the door to his laboratory slam open, turning to see you, holding quite the feral looking Glaggle..

It was still trying to bite you even as it was caught in your grasp..how futile.