Papa Emeritus Terzo was sitting on the couch in his large office, reading the newspaper.

Alpha and Omega were fighting on the floor, shouting at each other, punching and kicking and biting.

Ifrit watched with a small smirk as he held a cigarette in his fingers.

Pebble was totally not (he was) stalking Terzo from the other end of the couch.

Mist and Zephyr were rummaging through Papa Terzo's desk drawers, trading random things they found.

And there you stand, watching in horror.