JOHNNY & OTA
No one should have left Johnny in charge of decorating the booth. Among all of the interns and staff that were stopping by to drop off equipment or join in the broadcast, somehow he was volunteered to make things look "pretty". Johnny did not decorate much at all, aside a Christmas tree each year, and even that resulted in a design that was unappealing. Yet there he was, hanging artificial garland of leaves on a table. Most would have used adhesive tape or tacks, something that would not leave too much of a mark, but this was Johnny. Johnny was not most people.
Johnny used a stapler. By the time he was finished, the booth was remarkably orange and yellow on one side, glimmering in its sparkly trim of gold. The other side, however, was just as remarkably empty. There was a tacky orange table cloth covering the surface but, aside from that, it was empty. He did not even realize until taking a few steps back and, when he finally took in the sight, he cringed.
"Ey, do you know much about decorating?" he asked to the figure behind him. Without even so much as a glance at the person, Johnny considered their advice over his own artistic point of view on how to get out of this. "Without taking it down - as I have stapled the ever-loving shit out of that garland - what is the best method of making this look less like a pumpkin vomiting after a hard night on the cider?"