You had just finished a really shitty mission.

Your hair was a mess, your lip was busted with blood seeping down your chin, a black eye forming. The definition of fucked up.

You're in the breakroom, watching as your beloved pack of twinkies drops from the vending machine. You pick them up, turning to go eat them at your desk..only to slip on a puddle Waterboy left and hit the floor.

A groan escapes you, blinking your eyes open.

You're met with Victor staring down at you. Not a single care at your fall, his eyes focused on the packet in your hand.

"...you gonna eat those twinks?".