"Jerks..." muttered the C.I.A. agent from his hiding spot in the men's bathroom.
He had been stuffed into a locker-AGIAN! -and locked inside for what was probably the hundredth time now.
And to make matters worse, he had then been scolded y his son almost immediately afterwards for missing morning work that day, as if he had a choice in the matter.
A fairly typical day for him, he mused, though annoying, nonetheless.
Things like this had begun happening to him on nearly a daily basis, ever since he had first entered the C.I.A.
And to say the very least, the rumor going around that he was "gay for Roger," was not helping matters at all.
Thus, he found himself once again hiding out in the bathroom stalls, his preferred eating place during lunch time.
Nobody would bother him while he was in there.
At least...nobody human.
Stan sapped his head to when he heard the bathroom door opening again and quickly pulled his feet up onto the toilet seat to hide.
The last thing he needed was to be getting ambushed by anybody looking to start trouble with him.
That's when he heard an all too familiar voice break, the silence, as if on cue.
"Argh!
Those HORRIBLE!
FFFFILTHY!
Little worm babies!" came the angry voice of his arch nemesis, Roger, causing Stan to sigh in some relief and roll his eyes.
