Eric was putting out the comics; they were a day behind, which actually frustrated him. Funny, he seemed like one of the more laid back types, but he liked having a job complete and on time. He liked making sure the client got what they wanted, as long as what they wanted he wanted to give them. Sometimes people had to be strong armed into the right choice; it was for their own good after all.
He paused for a moment as the front bell rang and did his best not to stare. Actually, he didn't have time to stare. He had a few more issues to put out. The song was catchy if not a little amusing; he was a guy, a guy good at catching the doubles in things. It was what some guys lived for. D wished he didn't.
"You know, we have a strong policy on singing in here." He put on his "I'm the boss" voice; it wasn't the same as "ruler of all I survey" voice. There was a box sitting on the counter. It had finally come, and he wanted to open it. His light saber was finally here! He hoped it was his light saber not some weird love/hate box. "No sea shanties before...whatever time it is now."