Dennis' shoulders drooped just a fraction as the rather stiff woman left them with their assigned task. It was...[i]odd[/i], to say the least, and the back of his mind itched with the suspicion that this probably broke some fire hazard violations. But all those thoughts faded as he took a long look at the TV and its slow, blinking timer. Dennis look around at his new co-workers and laughed nervously. [color=#a7e590]"We should probably...er..."[/color] He waved a hand towards the revealed set of stairs. Clearing the nervous quiver in his voice, Dennis strode on ahead with his nervous half-smile plastered to his face.

[color=#a7e590]"Dennis Morrison. That's, um, my name. Since we're introducing ourselves. I can't sing kumbaya, or sing at all,"[/color] his voice wobbled with nervous laughter akin to that of a first-year math teacher making a corny joke in front of a class of eighth-graders, [color=#a7e590]"but I can say that I thought this job was a good opportunity for me. Plus, I'm broke and this is kinda my first job."[/color] His ramblings trailed off as he climbed the steps two at a time.