Wayne walked through the doors of the conference room, wearing the face of an old woman, gray hairs and crow's feet bearing a stark contrast to yesterday. He couldn't believe that it all wasn't a dream and that he was actually recruited by a shadowy government agency surrounded by others that were like him. Well, not really like him. Nobody was really like him.
Still, it was happening. But just because it wasn't a dream, doesn't mean it wasn't going to be a nightmare. Sure, the food was top notch, and it wasn't going to be dull in any sense, but he suddenly had a craving for his favorite park bench in the shade, just relaxing and living life. He hadn't had any use for secret bases and missions and what was it? Carlos the eunich? That couldn't be right. He shook his wrinkly old lady head and but on a genuine gram-gram smile, shuffling in a beeline to the large plate of donuts on the conference table. "Oh Kingy, honey, it's Mama! You aren't eating enough are you?" He asked, putting on a convincing enough voice. He wasn't as good with old lady voices, but this was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
"Here, pumpkin. Mommy brought you some donuts for breakfast. I know the chocolate ones are your faaaavorite!" He said, shuffling to the front of the room and holding the plate out to him. "Are you getting enough sleep? When am I going to get grandchildren?" He suddenly laughed, completely breaking character. His voiced switched back to normal as he shifted his old mouth into one large enough to eat all the donuts at once. "Just kidding, guys!" He said in his normal voice. He handed the plate to Director King and stretched his neck over to the screens displaying all of the information. "Hey so what, we are fighting dickless robots?" He laughed again and shifted, turning into one of the C.A.R.L.s, complete with cowboy hat. He took on a gruff voice and spat out a quip. "It's high noon!" Adding in a jerky, robotic walk, he turned and took ten paces away from King and the others, then yelled, "draw!" And spun on one stirruped heel, his hand suddenly taking the shape of a stereotypical six-shooter. Despite the accuracy of his shifts, when he faced the group, he couldn't help but grin ear to ear.
Wayne chuckled to himself and let his little skit sink in for the group.
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