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[agent_johnson_]

::sits at his desk quietly::

::scratches the side of his face::

....

::scratches it again, becoming irate::

::feels a small lump::

...?

::gets up, traverses the hallway to the bathroom, enters, and peers in the mirror::

...!

::prods the small red bump on his cheek with his forefinger::

::winces and narrows his eyes::

How is this possible?

Comments

[once_brown]

Usually they are brought on by stress.

You would not be attending a prom this weekend, would you?

*cocks head a bit to take it all in*

Whoa...

[agent_johnson_]

...Stress? I do not suffer from stress. Unless, of course...

::growls::

I believe Centinela has been experimenting with "zit" code lately, has she not?

[maritas]

*stares*

[agent_johnson_]

::turns to glower at her::

What are you doing in the men's restroom?

[maritas]

well.... this was Brown and my um... well *rethinks what she was going to say*

um... no one ever came in here before you started too!

*looks at her watch* bet he's on time too...

damn... *looks at Johnson* don't you have some place you need to be?

[agent_johnson_]

::grunts::

::peers in the mirror intently and continues to pick at his face::

[smithsassistant]

*walks by and sees Johnson fuming at his desk* Need any assistant Agent Johnson?

[agent_johnson_]

::growls::

Assistance is not necessary to puncture this...thing, thank you.

[smithsassistant]

Your welcome *walks away whistling Wonka's Pure Imagination song*

[centinela]

::Strolls leisurely past the mens bathroom::

::Stops as she passes it::

::Takes one step back and pushes the door open with one stiff arm while remaining fixed to the spot::

::Watches him squeeze a cyst while the door closes::

::Pushes it open again::

Did you rifle through my desk?

I did set a code entrapment in case Avatar Imp went through it. The cystic bacteria was meant for him.

::Stops the door before it closes and smirks at his predicament::