[Jordan]

OOC: Thanks Splat, sorry about that! Hey, that rhymed...

IC: It had been a very long night, and JB hadn't slept well. He shook his head, and rubbed his freaky eyes. He stood up and stretched, picking up his gun, he made his way to the dark corridor. He went around a few corners and saw the executive office door on the wall.
He ran up to it and pressed his head to the door, he heard snoring from inside. "What the hell, what a flipping lazy Glukkon!" JB whispered angrily, shaking his head crazily, what was he gonna do for the time being?