It was the night of The New York anomalous Menagerie, the show went perfectly fine as usual and everybody attending had a delightful time. From Johnson's excellent violin display to please the dozen dead tenets past to Harold's botany to even Ambur and Liefu's performance on stage, overall, the Critic couldn't have asked for a better show. Probably the best one in decades actually.

Some people, The Curator, didn't take too well to some of the acts however Critic didn't care too much. Art was art, right? His fellow AWCY members would agree

Now Critic was just sitting in his office, clicking his pen as the attendees packed their things and left while some were helping clean things up. Before he heard a knock on the door which quickly snapped him out of thought.

"Ahem- come in!"