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!
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.
