Today's meeting agenda

As Tiger and Primo shared a good laugh, Primo shook his head mildly. They might not be in a psychiatric ward, but they were laughing for no reason. Or rather, they were laughing for the wrong reason. 

How rotten they truly were. Perhaps they should be in the facility as well.

"Anyway —" Primo halted when the door suddenly flew open, turning his head to the door, only to see Moose strutting in. 

"Huh?" Moose stopped two steps from the door, looking around the room with curiosity. "As far as I recall, this is the infirmary. How come I ended up in a psychiatric ward?"

Tiger deadpanned at Moose's entrance. "There is this thing called a doorknob," he said, pointing at the door. "All you have to do is twist it and push the door open."

"Heh." Moose snickered and smirked. "I don't know whether to push or pull."

"Is he a total blockhead?" Primo murmured, watching Moose march toward their bed.