MUTLEY YOU ARE ONE DEAD DOG, I HATE CUSTARD.

Recalibrates the shower and after an hour or so is finally free of the custard and the paint.

Shaz to security. FIND THAT MUT.

I dont care what you have to do, or who you have to torture just find him, he is a serious health risk. I can feel my mental health deteriorating by the minute.

<Starts rifling though her desk> I know I put that book on curses and hexes in here somewhere. Ah there is it. <Sits down and begins to read>