One day... you are organizing a few reports and some mail/letters late into the night and most of it seems to be in order... until you noticed that some of the mail had been swaped. You sigh, as you know who did it. You exit your office, making your way to the dorms area and you stop by a door. You enter and... sprawled on the bed is none other than Long Island... still playing games... in the dark. 'Waaah... too bright, Commander... close the door...' Says Long Island in a whiny tone
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