Bob stepped out of the wall, looking around briefly, before chuckling. "Hey! I found it! This place has more briefing rooms than toilets. And it has a LOT of toilets." Bob dropped down to a thick, oak chair that wasn't there before, twisted on one of the back legs, going in a little circle, and then put on an exhaggerated focussing face, leaning forward, on leg crossed over the other. "Ready to commence operation, sir!" After just a second of staring at the commander's beard, Bob burst out laughing, crashing to the ground, hardly breathing. At a certain point, he's laughing so loudly, it sounds like he's having a spastic attack. When he's done, he stands up, and brushes off his suit, chuckilng. "I've always wanted to say that."