Bab 95: Chapter 95: Plot

"G-good morning," the Economist extended, the only chipper one amongst the group.

"Is it?" the Doctor queried, raising an eyebrow towards the Developer. "A good morning, that is."

The Developer bobbled his head noncommittally, his greasy hair barely acknowledging the gesture. "It could be worse."

"That means it could be better," the General rasped.

"Why don't we just get started," the Draftsman suggested, looking less than enthused at the prospect.

The Developer leaned forward, ever so slightly straightening his perpetually-slouched shoulders to call the group to attention. "The first update is that there's another escaped prisoner rampaging one of the old drama sets."

The Doctor rolled his eyes. "How does this keep happening?" He flashed an accusatory glare at the General.

Ignoring him, the General replied, "I'll have it neutralized."

The Developer waved him off. "I already gave the order. But we need to do something about the security within the prisons."