Disclaimer:Babylon 5, not mine.
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Bester wandered into his office going over what he'd do that day. First order of business coffee...
Where the hell is my coffee cup? Nichols, have you seen my coffee cup? Michaels, my coffee cup where is it?
Coffee cup, what coffee cup? Oh, do you mean the black one with the Psi Corps logo done in gold? I have absolutely no idea.
Yes. I know one of you little bastards stole it, and I want it back now.
Sorry sir, no can do. It wasn't one of us.
The next day Bester returned to his office once more going over his plans for the day. First order of business Coffee (No mug, ergo no coffee, bad for all concerned). Second order of business, water the plant...
Where the hell is my plant? Nichols, my plant is missing, what did you do with it?
The little bonsai in the green ceramic tray? Nothing, nothing at all.
I know you took it, and if it isn't on my desk by tomorrow morning there will be some very severe punishments.
The day after that, Bester returned to his office once again going over his daily agenda. First order of business coffee (No mug, ergo two days no coffee, very very bad for the people who aren't named Alfred Bester). Water the plant (No plant, ergo the stress relief gained from watering it was nonexistant, much to the misfortune of a young PsiCop named Carter). Sit down at desk and do paperwork...
Ouch. What the fuck happened to my chair? Nichols, Michaels, Carter, and whatever the hell your name is, get in here immediately!
Yes sir.
Yes sir.
Yes sir.
In a moment sir, I think the lady I'm talking to is going to give me her comm code.
I SAID IMMEDIATELY!
Yes sir.
"Sorry, gotta go, my boss is being a total dick today."
Do any of you know what happened to my fucking chair?
You mean that really nice one with the real leather upholstery?
Do you think we should tell him?
I guess, we kinda have to.
Well sir, the Corps has been kinda upset about how you've been digging into the expense account lately, and...well, uh. Nobbs, I think you should tell him.
They er, they decided to put what they view as Corps property to better use. They're taking the desk tomorrow.
There's more sir.
What?
You're being reassigned.
Three weeks later on Babylon 5:
"The Corps believes that having a PsiCop on the station full time would deter rogue telepaths from illegally residing here."
"But, why you?"
"I have had prior experience with the environment."
"I'll be filing a complaint. Michael, would you mind showing Mr. Bester to his office?"
"That section of Down-Below? You'd need a whole team of security officers to show him to his office, and frankly, Captain, I'm not going to waste a bunch of my men on such a stupid assignment."
"Fine. Here's a map, I trust you can find your own way to your office Mr. Bester. Goodbye."
"So they've finally decided to get rid of him."
"Looks like it. By the way Michael, have you seen my coffee cup?"
"I saw it, but I don't think you'll want it back."
"Why?"
"Bester was walking out the door drinking out of it."
"Was he now? I hadn't noticed. Ah well, I can always get another one."
Somewhere in Down-below:
Aaah, coffee, now finally I can start my day. Wait a second, where the hell am I?