Dishman was buried under a pile of paperwork. Digging through examinations, requisitions, and general complaints made for bothersome reading. Of all the things to be laboring on, bureaucracy was not high on his list. Especially when new and strange things were ripe for prodding. After a deep gulp of a hidden flask, he walked to the kitchen to get away from pushing paper.
"Oh, how you guys doing? I'm dying for a good soup, anyone know how to administrate a laddle?"
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