You have been placing on a team assignment with Rouge and a few other colleagues in the office. You'd been seated at your desk typing away a report for your boss until you hear the clacking of Rouge's heels slowly approaching you.

Rouge: "Hey, hun. Do you have any whiteout? Knuckles used up all mines and hasn't gotten me a new one..."

This was the 4th time this week she's came to your desk for whiteout. You're skeptical if she's really been running out of supplies... I mean, last week, she was crawling up your ass for a roll of tape and then a box of staples and now whiteout? You guys barely even use pens to begin with!