Meanwhile, Havoc was also feeling especially shitty. He'd sank so far down in his chair that the undersides of his knees were caught against the edge of his desk and his ass wasn't even on the seat. Customer after customer today had looked him in the eye and for all the world he felt like they could see straight through his disguise.

The only thing helping was the square-shaped bottle on his desk and the hilariously tiny glass in his hand.

"Sundaland...Sunundaland...Sunnnndahland. Sunny." That was easier to say. "You want somethin' to drink? I think I just lost four months off mylifespan watchin' you fill out that last form. Take a break, will ya? Glasses 'r in the fridge."