The desks are falling apart. Duct tape isn't very professional. And I crashed on that couch last week and my back still hurts. It's all saggy in the middle. Did the Hulk sit on it or what?
[scribble scribble] Okay, I figured you'd want to stay. So I'll deal with Mrs. Wong and hire a contractor because we have to renovate. The guy who did the air duct had some horror stories, and the bathroom ceiling's got some serious mold and water damage. And that weird smell. [quietly like he thinks Mrs. Wong could even hear him] I bet there's bodies up there. I bet that's where the orange chicken comes from. [Cassie retches again] Sorry, Cass.