Nimrod shuffles into the MessHall sipping a Coca-Cola product contendtedly. He stops in surprise as all he sees is Zero hurrying away toward the Discussion area carrying something that looks like a file folder. The rest of the MessHall is deserted, save for Murphy and Ed.
"Mey, Murph, where is everyone?"
Murphy looks up and smiles, "I dunno, Nimrod. They always said my cooking was good but,"
Nimrod shakes his head, "It's good, Murph. I guess some people just had long nights."
"Including you sonny-boy!" Ed snaps.
"Pardon me?"
"Look, I've told you a thousand times! No more late night paperclip fights with the rest of the staff!"
"Oh, Ed, what else are we going to do with the paperclips? This is a paperless office!"
Nimrod laughs at Ed's sour expression and sits down on a sofa to await the MARSupials.