Leave it to a Dick to ruin a fun time. According to some of the other scientists, Dick was a nickname for the name Richard. They also told him another meaning of the name, and it fit him better than almost every other scientist here. Everyone was having a hilarious time until Dick just had to break it up and complain about the noise. What right did this whiny man have to moan and complain that the hybrids were supposedly interrupting the peace? His position was fortunately low enough to only have a couple of minions, who happened to be the ones that followed him into the break room, as he stepped up in front of David. Dick's angered words were quickly followed by a calm, almost cynical response. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Did my laughter make you itch again?" These words further angered Dick, and before he could say anything, Darkcloud silently approached and confronted Dick.<br/><br/>For a brief moment, David's thoughts went to Darkcloud for a moment. Even being a hermaphrodite, he referred to her as a female, simply because she had more feminine characteristics. Everyone knew she had a few male bits here and there, but David didn't mind that. Her body was something that, given the chance, he would learn and understand later.<br/><br/>As he snapped back into reality, Dick was in the middle of saying that David had been causing a ruckus amongst the rest of the team. Who knew that laughter could be such a pain in the ass? The only beings that would know the answer would be anyone who got caught laughing at any porcupine hybrid, and he was lucky enough to not deal with that kind of pain in his lifetime. A reprimand was what Dick suggested, and he had already experienced one before joining the team.<br/><br/>Months before the first mission, Dick was, well, being a dick. Yelling at everyone, and cursing most of the hybrids out, "all in the name of preparation". What everyone really needed was a break away from this obsessive man who seemed to be slowing everyone down and impeding the overall quality of preparation. He hadn't been selected for the team, but he knew that their goal was to make it out alive. Feigning ill, he took his time in the infirmary to wait for the perfect moment. When the time had come, and the doctor had left the room for a moment, he made a dash at the medicine cabinet and found exactly what he needed. A bottle of itch powder was sitting there, just waiting for him to steal away. He brushed his hand across what the scientists had called "Icy-Hot", and he was golden from there. After carefully hiding the bottles before the doctor came in, he slowly made the doctor think he was getting better, and that his feeling ill must have been a side effect to a recent booster shot or some food from last night. He played it off well enough to be released back to his training, but only after a 'bathroom break'. He casually walked into the empty, secluded office of everyone's most disliked scientist and found his lab pants. Lab pants usually replaced casual pants during the work day, especially being near the 'subjects' as they were called back then.<br/><br/>Two bottles. Two legs. Two things that would completely mess up a man's life for a day. Brilliant. The bottle of itch powder was generously applied to his left pant leg, the Icy-Hot to his right. The easy part was folding the pants up exactly as they had been, the hard part walking out of the office undetected. The hard part was a failed mission in itself about 10 steps outside of the door. "Subject 1482.36.15, what is the meaning of your presence anywhere near my office?" David quickly thought of a creative lie, but was quickly stopped before he could get three words out. "I have no concern for your excuses! Now get out of my sight, you wretched Meat Shield." After a standard issue shrug, he quickly walked off, only to hide behind a nearby corner, stifling a laugh.<br/><br/>A scream could be heard down the test area, where most of the other hybrids were getting fitted with armor or trying a new weapon that looked shiny enough for them. this scream caused everyone to turn their heads in the direction of its origin, as a man was screaming wildly to a bathroom that had not been conveniently closed down via signs in the janitor's closet. The man was itching on one side and pulling at the other, making himself look very silly and unprofessional. As he was trying to clean up himself in the bathroom, his words were very clear through the door... "MEAT SHIELD!!! GET HIM TO A HOLDING CELL!!!!!"<br/><br/>Within a minute, 3 guards had found David and escorted him to a small, dark area with metal bars surrounding him. Next thing he remembered about that time frame was being completely shaved, forced to hold a sign that said "I must not mess with anyone's pants ever again" until his fur had grown to about half of its original length. Fortunately for everyone else, Dick had to take the week off to recover from the incident, giving everyone more than enough time to get almost everything ready. That's about the same time he joined the team....<br/><br/>Brink's words were just the thing the hybrids needed to rid themselves of this nuisance for a while. David threw the first blow, a hand chop to the side of Dick's head. Dick lost his balance for a moment, but was back on his feet before his ankle was attacked by Chomps. Chomps was a mouthful, being a hybrid of Bull Dog and Tiger Shark. He was also one of the few who excelled in swimming, making him perfect for any amphibious assault. Chomps was careful not to cause too much damage, but just enough to cripple him for the time being. The rest of the team thought that to be just about enough for one day, as they laughed at the escaping man, who required the assistance of his two minions to hobble out of the room, cursing David's former name, and promising justice...as soon as he could walk.<br/><br/>After the incident, it took everyone a few minutes to calm down. The whole team found just enough space for themselves and sat down, closing their eyes and taking deep breaths. They had a mission coming up, and something as trivial as this was not going to slow them down.