"The Italian Government?! I'm imprinting someone for the Italian Government?!" Topher started pacing the floor in his office, or as he liked to think of it, lair. "Don't they like control the world's pasta production? What if I mess this up? Will they revoke the United States' pasta priveledges? That can't happen! I can't function without my mac and cheese break! It even has its own corner in my inappropriate starches drawer! The rest of them will miss mac so, poor chips! They chat with the boxes of deliciousness daily!" The scientist babbled.
"Topher!" Adelle hissed. She was in no mood to listen to his nonsensical ramblings; they were almost as bad as his logical ones. But dealing with Taffy was enough for her. Oh how she hated that little snot. "You will giver her a treatment and your dried noodles and cheese product will be fine. If you don't, you have sealed their fate. Now go."'
Topher slumped into his desk chair and sheepishly brought up Taffy's profile. "Can I at least add a few improvements? You know, just to make sure this ends up how we want it to? Please Adelle? The fate of pasta hangs in the balance!" Topher whimpered hopefully.
"Topher! I want Echo to be Taffy in two minutes or your inappropriate starches will chat no more," she said cooly.
He jumped up, grabbed the wedge and snapped it into place. Echo walked into the roam and peacefully sat down. After a momentary bit of hyperventilation by the scientist, Topher hit enter and the chair lit up. A minute went by and the active sat up and smoothed her hair. "Please keep my pasta safe," Topher whispered just loud enough for Echo/Taffy to hear. She shot him a smile and walked out of the room with Agent Ballard to don her only mildly appropriate clothing.
Adelle nodded toward Topher and said, " Why don't you take a break, we can postpone the other engagements for an hour or so. Plus, you don't exactly look like the model of stability at the moment." She walked out, leaving Topher alone to pace.