Meet Maroo

You decide you must be imagining things. You reach for the doorknob leading to Maroo's office. Just as you are about to grasp the knob, the door flies open, smashing into your forehead. You stagger back in utter pain, whimpering slightly.

You manage to look up at your accidental assailant. You see an attactive woman in her twenties looking rather... annoyed? She's frowning.

"You're twenty-nine minutes late," she says.

Are you? You glance at your watch. It say 11:59 AM, one minute before you were supposed to be there. She notices your confused look, which probably would have been difficult. Your face is already expressing your pain from being smashed into by a heavy oak door.

"Oh, that's right. You're the new guy. Well, from now on you should arrive thirty minutes before any time I give you."

Suddenly a "MOOO!" rings through the hallway. Are you imagining it again? It appears not, as Dr. Maroo (you can read her name tag) looks down the direction it came from.

"Don't worry too much about that. It happens all the time. That's coming from the Trans-species Lab B."

She helps you up and brings you inside her "office", which appears half office and half laboratory. She shows you a document and tells you to sign it. Being smashed in the head is still making you feel pretty groggy, so you don't bother to read the text as you sign the contract. You sit down in a padded chair, holding your head as the incessant pounding grows louder and more painful.

"Aw, you have a headache. Let me get you something." Maroo grabs a vial filled with purple liquid from a table and hands it to you. What troubles you is that the vial was from a rack with many other liquids of the same color, but you could tell they were all different by the way they were smoking, bubbling or fuming. "Drink that," Maroo says, "and your headache should be gone in seconds."

You have misgivings, but gulp down the liquid. Although it tastes worse than a mixture of brussel sprouts, liver, onions, lima beans, and perfume, Maroo was right... your headache is gone! You are as good as new!

"Let's get down to business," Maroo says. "Would you like a drink?"

Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)

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