"Was it really?" Adam asked, looking up at Mikey. He wrinkled up his nose. "Actually, I'm pretty sure my ankle is exactly the same as it always was. It is none of those improved things that you say."
He rolled his eyes. "That was gross. Get out of here." He pointed toward the door, even though he really had no authority to order Mikey out of the staff room. "I'll let you know if I feel the need to raise some hell. I'd hate to do it without an accomplice."