"What?"

"Just Watch."

"Why?"

Fox sighed. "Because otherwise you won't know what."

Falco continued to glower over him, his face a picture of disapproval.

"Three days." he began, taking a small Styrofoam cup off a table and drinking it without thinking of it. "Three days what?"

"Three days ." began Falco again, making it a point of making his glowering face seen clearly in Fox's line of vision. "Three days since I've had a decent donut."

Fox sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"That's what this is all about?"

"What?"

"All your bitching that you've been doing the last four minutes," Fox began, turning away from the computer screen he was watching. "All this time you've been complaining to me, it's all about donuts?"

Falco looked into Styrofoam cup and tried to figure out exactly what he had just drunk.

"It just seems weird, that's all. All the good donuts are gone. All the crullers." Falco threw the cup in the garbage. "Just once I'd like a cruller. Just once. Is that too much to ask?"

Fox sighed for the second time in as many minutes. "Apparently so."

"Damn."

"Now," Fox began again, gesturing towards the computer screen, "Can we watch this, are you going to complain about more baked goods,"

Falco glanced up. "Are there more baked goods?"

"No."

"Damn."

Fox sighed for the third time in as many minutes. He needed a cigarette, which was strange to him because he didn't smoke. He needed a break. He and Falco were summoned from business as usual by a letter. It read:

Dear Sir(s)

You have been summoned for special civic duties on the assigned date. Please do not ignore this letter as it will result in your expulsion from the SSBL. We apologize for any inconvenience and the above threat.

Signed,

M.H., Esq.

So they went, not wanting to invoke the wrath of M.H., Esq., who appeared to know what he was talking about. Now they found themselves in a very strange office building with a door that only leads in and strange, unopenable windows. They were doing work, computer work, creating software for a company known as M.H. Esq. and his Esquires, which was apparently a large corporation that needed slave labor.

"That's what it is." said Kirby to him the day after Fox arrived. "You know I'm right."

"No, I don't"

"Well, I am right," he had said, which was true. He was right, and it is also true that Kirby was rarely wrong. He was small, pink, round and truthful, he had no nose and big, oval eyes and a round dot of a mouth. He was incapable of any cruel remarks, his face was honest and he spoke his mind and got away with it.

"Okay, whatever." Fox had agreed, and stumbled off to find his office, where he was supposed to work until something or someone told him to stop.

"Stop working." said the loudspeaker. "Finish what you are doing and shut down."

That was the end of the day. There was no arguing with the loudspeaker unless you wanted to, but it never argued back. Its silence could be judged as a victory for the speaker, but only if the speaker was a blockhead.

"You are a blockhead." stated Kirby to Captain Falcon, who had screamed until he spit the water he was drinking through his nose.

"No," he had retorted petulantly, and went back to screaming at the loudspeaker like a real moron until Bowser stormed in and threatened to throw him out the window if he didn't shut up.

"I swear to God I'll punt you out that window like a little muscle-bound football, ya friggin' tight wearing pansy son of a bitch!" Bowser would shout as he stormed into Captain Falcon's office like a whirlwind, knocking over chairs and stacks of paper. "I'll rip out your lungs and make you eat your spleen! Once I've done, that I'll rip out your spleen again and put it in your lungs and make you eat that too!"

Bowser was big, tall, ugly, and had a stress problem. He needed Prozac, but if someone told him that he would kill them, which would go to show that he actually did need Prozac. Bowser was towering, ugly, and hard headed, he had homicidal tendencies and issues. He worked in the office across from Fox.

"Just great," Fox had said the first day he saw this, and he said it every day since then since it had not changed. "Just my luck."