Nobody is sensing any danger, and Windifred only keeps making that awful face. You hold your breath and open your "office" door...


What's up, doc!?

...Is what ya oughta be sayin on accounta I'm the doctor around here! Nyuk, nyuk!

Seriously, sorry to BUG ya, but can we yak!? A little boid told me you was the new help, and boy do we needs it! I tell ya!

He appears to be made out of felt.

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