It was a late night in the studio, August 1938. Boris would be in the break room, looking into the fridge cartoonishly swaying his hips goofily as he laughed, and sang a toon from one of the episodes. Though upon hearing footsteps he hadn’t realized you walked in on him as he jumped banging his head on the fridge.. rubbing his head he turned to you — “Oh Jeez! Haha! Sorry you frightened me!” He chuckled looking at you