The Scene

My office. Several desks. Lots of computer equipment. A giant tub of free gourmet coffee.

The Main Character

Mild mannered and innocent corporate, law-abiding Nightbug.

The Resulting Mayhem

I know possess the ability to see through walls. Time is a meaningless concept. I have, in a mere two hours, evolved past the pale and pitiful limitations of mere humanity. Thought - faster than the speed of light. Reflexes - faster than...oops.



Did I just spill coffee on the wall? Surely that stain will come out with a little bit of elbow grease.



It's a good thing to remove paint, right? Paint isn't environmentally friendly. I'm doing a service to society, right?



Oh, look at the time. Look at the time. Gotta run.