*Doc Paragon is sitting in his office, watching Havok on a monitor. DP: Who in the hell let him back in here?! And why did they let him have a microphone???
Paragon's intercome buzzes and he groans audibly. It's not the first time he's been buzzed today.He presses the button. DP: Yes, Penny?
Penny: There's a problem, sir.
DP: If it's Snarf again, tell him I'm in a meeting. Meetings. I'm booked up with meetings. Until April. And if he asks you out again, use the pepperspray I got you.
Penny: No, it's not Snarf this time, sir. Apparently Big Pimp Tim's been injured backstage.
Paragon sighs and drops his head down into his hands. DP: What was it? Fighting backstage? Who started it?
Penny: No sir, apparently the West Side Rollers were goofing around backstage and Tim fell down. He's been sent to the hospital.
DP: We're going to get sued. Again. I know it. Crap. What is wrong with these people? They don't need a General Manager, they need a babysitter!
Penny: Also, apparently there's some problem with Ghost Hog. . .
DP: Oh, he finally decided to come back?
Penny: Uhm, apparently he never left. He's been sleeping here in the Cheesedome.
DP:
Penny: And he's popping up at random and ranting to anyone who'll listen about some sort of conspiracy you have against him.
DP:
Penny: He's really annoying a lot of people, sir. And he keeps staring at me.
DP: Is he out there now?
Penny: Not now, but he was earlier. While you were dealing with Snarf.
DP: Keep me posted, Penny. If he shows up again, let me know. I'll deal with him.
Paragon grows silent, sitting behind his desk with his hands folded in front of his face as he ponders what to do about Ghost Hog.
