<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #FFFF80">"Charlie's in, so maybe you could check with her which photos you want slash need for your Octopus article?"</span> Daniel suggested as he flipped through a cluttered notebook. The writing was completely unintelligible, but Dan was apparently able to find some semblance of meaning in the scribbles. <span style="color: #FFFF80">"I'll work on that list for you,"</span> he added, quietly admiring Nathan's suit. Dan had never liked wearing suits himself, but like so many others, he was very much a fan of how they looked on certain people.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">"I've been here the entire time,"</span> the intern lied under her breath as she started up the desktop she had been assigned on her first day here approximately a month ago. <span style="font-style: italic">Just in a couple more days, actually.</span> She smiled to herself at the thought. So far, not two days had been the same here. <span style="color: #FF80FF">"...and I'm fine, Mr. Quill,"</span> she added a little louder, although she had to duck her head behind her screen to hide a grimace. <span style="font-style: italic">Could really use some water.</span><br/><br/>Clearing her throat, she left for the water cooler and returned to the article she needed to proofread a few moments later. And it was going just fine, until she happened to take a gulp of water at the same time she stumbled upon a typo. Hysterical laughter erupted from her, and she pointed wordlessly at her screen as water dripped on her bright yellow tank top.<br/><br/><span style="font-family: Courier New;">As with all geniuses, evil or otherwise, Doctor Octopus' brain is working around the cock.</span></div>