“Jake!” shouts Green_Turtle_Boy_369, pounding on the door. “Let me in!”

There was no reply.

“Fine. There’s only one thing for it.” The group of onlookers which had gathered around Jake’s office clapped their hands together in excitement. Green_Turtle_Boy_369 had been planning something to plague Jake with, but an actual real opportunity like this didn’t come around every day.

Green_Turtle_Boy_369 pulled the laser pen which every self-respecting Crawkling carries around with him, and pointed it at the door. “Ready?” he asked as the infra-red dot settled in the middle.

An excited cry of agreement filled the air, so he pressed the button. A huge explosion filled the air, and a mass of dust and debris shot out towards the onlookers. They didn’t care, they were laughing their heads off. The door had been completed destroyed, and there was a large round hole where it had previously been. An eye pressed against the hole in the ceiling, those who worked upstairs wanted to know what was going on too.

Green_Turtle_Boy_369 climbed through the debris into Jake’s office. Jake gave a little yelp.

“Jake! What are you doing?”

There was no response. Green_Turtle_Boy_369 looked around the room, and eventually spotted a shaking foot poking out from under the desk.

Green_Turtle_Boy_369 pulled it. Jake struggled, but to no avail. A weakling like Jake had no chance against a seasoned fighter like Green_Turtle_Boy_369 and he was dragged out, on his back.

“What are you doing?” he screamed.

“I’m checking you’re ok,” answered Jake.

“No, I’m not ok! You could’ve killed me!”

“Well if you’d opened the door it wouldn’t have come to this. We haven’t seen you for 24 hours.”

“I couldn’t…” Jake stopped, there were no words. Green_Turtle_Boy_369 asked why he couldn’t open the door, but Jake was unable to answer him. When he said it out loud, being killed in Lapine Death Corps did seem like a rather childish reason to hide under his table. He hadn’t quite registered the fact that he was probably also quite upset about blocking communication from his Mom. She had finally respected his wishes, and contacted him as Empress_Of_Dominion, and this was how he repaid her?

Green_Turtle_Boy_369 pulled him to his feet. “Come on out, we can find you a new office.”

Jake followed him, head hanging as his onlooking colleagues watched him dragging his pathetic feet through the rubble. He could see some of them making the Crawk-King greeting, but if it was possible to do it sarcastically, he swore that they were.

Jake had felt as low as you could possibly feel before, but he had never had anyone watching him. It was lucky for him that he managed to escape by falling out of sight through a hole in the floor, where he crumpled in a heap.