"I think we received a note about the toilets on the fourth floor behind out of order, we'd best take care of that."
Fred was usually pretty good at coming up with random things to say, but he wasn't quite sure what maintenance workers talked about. He pulled at the collar of his uniform, which was strangely constricting. Poor ole Mickey must have been growing a gut, and he was starting to pop out of his maintenance clothes. It was excusable though, Fred though, because he had looked to be in his 100s, and therefore had an excuse to get lazy. Really though, he could have gotten a bit more fit before Fred had stolen a hair of his and polyjuiced into him.
The point of this mission was to gather information about the Ministry though, so he and George started along down the halls towards the elevators, discussing toilets and wall structures the way over. They'd try and scope out as much as they could of the place until someone noticed, or they found what they were looking for.