972 >Meowrage: Enter office.

You enter the office.  It smells much like your own office.  You ask the PROBLEM SOLVER whether or not PROBLEM SOLVING was similar to Private Investigating, your own job.  He tells you that it is.  You ask him if he wanted to be this when he was a kid, he tells you that it wasn't a matter of wanting to be, rather it was being chosen to be.

Instead of his desk, you notice a board of threads.  It looks much like Syb's own Thredit thread board.  Though, not his primary one.  Last you checked he had 4 boards.  This one looks a lot like his 3rd one.  His reasons for making that one was unclear when you first laid eyes upon it.  You pay no more attention to that than you do to the red-yellow-green disks he has on his ground, which isn't very much.

You instead focus your attention onto the sleeping bird on the ground.  His butt would be showing right at you, but instead a cape covers it.  You don't like looking at Syb's butt.  You think cloacas are weird.  One minute you think he doesn't have anything down there, next minute, insane corkscrew haymakers.  And that isn't just a homestuck reference, no, on the contrary, for those who may be unaware, Ducks, the animal that Syb most closely resembles, have phalli that are corkscrew-shaped.  

You spend the next few seconds looking at how cute Syb looks sleeping, without a care in the world for anything.  

>Meowrage: poke the bear