(YOUR PAPER!!)

It was a long day at Hotel OJ, A lot of employees running around, etc. Paper was in the lobby, sitting down and reading a book like he usually did. OJ came up to him, Looking a little bit overwhelmed.

O: “Hey, Paper! Could you cover for me at the complaints desk? I think i need to lie down..”

He agreed, And the first object to complain was… Knife!

K: “Some people have been laughing at me because of that photo Trophy took of me..”