A dwarf, about the size of a six year old, ran down the hallway carrying a massive, desk sized box above his head. His arms shook with every step he made, begging to be done carrying this massive box. "For god's sake, what in the sam hell did this woman order? Or does she have some stalker sending her unconscious people. Yeesh, that's a thought." the dwarf thought to himself. "CLEAR THE HALL!" he bellowed as he barreled past unprepared and clueless coworkers roaming the hall. "Watch it short stuff!" one man shouted, reverting his attention back to his phone while he walked in the middle of the hall. "Oooohhh short stuff. We got a comedian here." the dwarf grunted to himself. Like a lake in an endless desert, the door to Salina's office presents itself to the dwarf.<br/>He kicks the door open and puts the box down in the middle of her office, his arms burning from that solid workout. "Whooo. Good riddance." His departure was stopped short by a peculiar noise. Nothing that the office didn't make on it's own mind you, but it started once the dwarf put the box down. The dwarf looked around, on the ceiling, on the walls and floor, but everything was in order. "Eh." But then he noticed, something from inside the box was trying to push its way out, causing large bumps to appear on the box every time it hit the box. "Oh god I knew it, those are people!" The dwarf exclaimed. He began his sprint once more, now able to navigate the halls with little problem. "I need to get Hunter."<br/><br/>Jeremiah rolled over onto his stomach and lifted a single leg up, presenting his baggage to everyone in the room. What was quite remarkable was that their was not a single blemish or single strand of hair anywhere on his self. "Hmm, to foreplay, or not to foreplay. Voide. How about showing me a good time?"