#williamlovesfishing

Fez stumbled over himself, skipping down the hall care-free and lively for once in his middle aged depression with his lunchbox gripped firmly in his hand. Usually, he’d be nervous interacting socially, but this time he was meeting with someone who didn’t judge his usual awkwardness for once. The Skullship was red and ominous as always. Tacky, he thought. After getting lost in the endless corridors he finally arrived at the door of William’s office. Being late was almost an everyday occurrence, but this time he felt bad for it. With a trembling fist he knocked on the door, then allowed himself inside without thinking or waiting for William’s answer.

There were times where Doctor Walters wished that he, too, could spend his life leisurely walking along the bottom of a tank and grazing on algae. Unfortunately, becoming a sea urchin wasn’t possible. (Even if it was, there was something uniquely horrifying about the idea of having your brain reduced to a ring of nerves.)

Observing them was a decent alternative. It was the only way Doctor Walters could relax nowadays. And so he would stand in front of the sea urchin tank for hours despite not actually having access to the aquatic research section of the science wing.

Well, no official access. He had his ways of slipping into areas he shouldn’t.

I don't understand why everyone calls you short, Commander. I can't even tell the difference.

Um… Hello. This is William F. How do you know my name? And who I am…