Today was going to be a good day, Oz could feel it. But you had to dress appropriately for good days, so, whistling a jaunty, sibilant tune though his fangs, sunglasses perched on his slightly distended muzzle, he carefully used his claws to slash a hole in his dress pants ( Read more... )

Oz was engrossed on his spy-cam footage of the Contra offices, he was impressed, he'd been gone two whole weeks and the place wasn't on fire. Yet ( Read more... )

While nothing could compare to his office back at Contra, what with the built-in cone of silence and secret tunnels, and of course all those things that made an office more like a home, like his weapon and art collections. Oz was pleased enough with his new one ( Read more... )

( Roster )

This is Oz, I can't come to the phone right now, so leave a message. Or don't, I'll find out who rang one way or the other.