Sonar idly pushed a pen back and forth between the sides of his desk, utterly bored out of his mind. There was no telling when the next dispatch call would be, or if he’d even be a part of that one.

He leaned back in his seat, pausing to grab a neglected Twinkie off the empty desk to his right. Looking around the office for a moment, he cleared his throat.

“Was anyone gonna eat this twink?”

He said in his usual flat tone, fingers already flicking at the ridged ends of the Twinkie wrapper.