( Today's a good day. He wasn't sure about it at first, but you know what? So far, yeah, turning out great.

He pushes off his desk to go stand at the new gaping hole, shoulder against the wall, drink still in hand. Lazy, smug, generally just kind of a prick. )

I'm sorry, man, it's the fucking alien hivemind, you know? They've taken over my brain, and it's, like... a constant battle not to give into the nefarious influences. One man can only stay so strong.

( Sip. )