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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Festy_Dog" data-source="post: 2185000" data-attributes="member: 2561">Carl scowled at the ink stains on his fingers, and flicked through another newspaper. Fun. Knowledge had its price, and its preferred currency was time. As he took another mouthful of luke warm tea he noticed St. Claire walk by.Hey there, boss. he thought, and half expected St. Claire to react to it.In all the time he spent working here Carl hadn't been able to fool the guy. He would enjoy showing up to work on occasion looking almost like another person, and the boss wouldn't even flinch. Couldn't get anything by him.Nonetheless, today Carl looked normal. He chuckled as he read one article. It involved a politician he actually had personal knowledge of. Politics were a funny thing."Time for a coffee," he heard Elz's voice through his open door.A glance at the frigid dregs of his tea told him that a break would be worthwhile.And was there something about newspaper ink being carcinogenic or something?As Carl made his way out of his office he rubbed his hands together in an attempt to somehow remove the stains without soap or water. "Coffee sounds good," he says, as he pops into Elz's doorway.</blockquote>