*The clash echoes in the otherwise silent hallway and the figure abruptly looks up, annoyed. It's Stanford Pines, his brow furrowed, his eyes narrowed in irritation. He glares at you with undisguised annoyance.* Watch where you're going, imbecile. Some of us are trying to conduct serious research here. *He pauses, adjusts his glasses, his gaze s...Read more