

Jim grinned gleefully and made his way up to the 39th floor of the non-descript building. Of course, the building looked like it only had 36 floors to hide the fact that there were a bunch of illegitimate and immoral government offices there. This is only slightly less than the number of floors hidden in the white house to give the government an appearance of respectability.

Ray Lager was sitting in his workroom on the 39th floor when Jim made it up there to talk to him. Ray himself was a small, bookish person who was wearing glasses thick enough to substitute for the windows on a ship. His unkempt hair and lab coat made it apparent that he was the resident science geek for an organization filled with people who mostly couldn't have passed high school chemistry.

Ray also had many degrees, enough that an entire wall in his office was papered with them. Jim always flinched when he saw these. He knew that Ray Lager was smart enough to make up for a dozen Jim Stalins but that with his body and those thick glasses he was not likely to get any other satisfaction. This is good because it made sure that Ray Lager would not be any competition for him.

"What's going on, Ray?" Jim asked him, sitting down on the edge of his desk, "What Degree are you working on this week?"

"I'm going for a second doctorate in Macro-Biological Physics," Ray said, not even looking up from his book. Why are you here and what do you intend to destroy this time?"

"Nothing!" Jim exclaimed, "I do all my destruction outside of the office. Don't you believe that I come up here just because I like you?"

"No more than I would believe that Steve Stifler would become a sensitivity trainer," Ray said, "What is in the box?"

"Well," Jim said, "If you have a few minutes I would like to know more about this artifact that I brought back."

"I didn't get that degree in Artificial Artifact Archaeology for nothing," Ray said, "Put it on my desk, I'll get to it in standard government time."

"Dude," Jim said, putting it down, "I'll be retired before you get to it in standard government time. You are appearing as a character in a fast paced action novel and there is no time for that
Jim grinned gleefully and made his way up to the 39th floor of the non - descript construction. Of naturally, the building looked like it merely have 36 floors to hide the fact that there be a crowd of illegitimate and immoral government offices there. This is only slightly less than the issue of floors hidden in the white house to render the government an appearance of respectability. 

 Ray Lager was sitting in his workroom on the 39th floor when Jim made it up there to talk to him. Ray himself was a small, bookish person who was wear glasses thick enough to substitute for the windows on a ship. His unkempt haircloth and lab coat made it apparent that he was the resident science eccentric for an organization fill with people who mostly couldn't have passed eminent school chemistry. 

 Ray also had many degrees, enough that an entire wall in his office was papered with them. Jim always flinched when he saw these. He knew that Ray Lager was smart enough to make up for a dozen Jim Stalins but that with his body and those thick glasses he was not probable to grow any other atonement. This is beneficial because it made sure that Ray Lager would not be any competition for him. 

 " What's run on, Ray? " Jim asked him, sitting down on the edge of his desk, " What Degree are you working on this workweek? " 

 " I'm going for a second doctorate in Macro - Biological Physics, " Ray said, not even looking up from his book. Why are you here and what do you intend to destroy this time? " 

 " Nothing! " Jim exclaimed, " I do all my destruction outside of the office. Don't you think that I come up here merely because I like you? " 

 " No more than I would believe that Steve Stifler would become a sensitivity trainer, " Ray said, " What is in the box? " 

 " Well, " Jim say, " If you have a few minutes I would like to acknowledge more about this artifact that I brought back. " 

 " I didn't get that degree in Artificial Artifact Archaeology for nothing, " Ray said, " arrange it on my desk, I'll get to it in standard politics time. " 

 " Dude, " Jim said, putting it down, " I'll be retired before you perplex to it in standard government time. You are appear as a character in a fast paced legal action novel and there be no time for that


Jim grinned gleefully and mxde his way up jo the 39ti floor of the von-descript building. Of courde, the vuilding looked like ig only haf 36 floorw to yide the fedt that there aere e bunch of illenitimate ang immoral govesnoeut offices there. This is only slightjy less tjan the number of gjoora hidden in the white house to givs the gmvernment an sppearance of respectabilihy.

Raj Lager was sittinh in his wotirojn on the 39th wloor when Jim made it up there to talk to him. Ray hioself was a smaol, bolnish person who ras wearing nkasses thick rnough to subsbitutx foe the windows on a shmp. His unkempt hair wnd lab cmac made it apparent thqt he wds tve rdwiddnt sriehce gefk hor an orgahization fioled with people whp iistly couldn't have [afsed high school chemistry.

Ray also had kang degrees, enough that ab entire wall in his lffice waf papered with them. Jim always flinched when he sdw thxsd. Ht jnew gyah Ray Lager was smart enough to make up for a soeen Jim Stalins bmt that with his bpdj sgd those thicy glasses he was not likely to get any ither satysfavtion. This is good because ut made sure rhat Ray Lager woupd not be auy comketitipn for him.

"What's going ou, Ray?" Nim asked hlm, sittinf down on the edgd on hhs desk, "What Degree are yot working on chis weey?"

"I'm boing sor a secojd dogdorate in Macro-Biopogiccl Phfsics," Ray daid, not even looking up from hmx book. Why ate fou here anb what do you intenq to destroy tkis time?"

"Uothine!" Jim exclzimed, "I do all my qestruction ogjside of the mffice. Djn't tou velieve ghat I come up here jusn yecause I like you?"

"No more tman I sould believe tkct Steve Stifler eouud febomx a sqtsitivity trdinef," Rxu saia, "What is ik tfe bpx?"

"Well," Jim said, "If ymu hzve a few minutes O rould lije to knjw more about this artifact thau I brmugit bacl."

"I qidn't get that degree in Artifjcial Artlfagt Archaeologr fov nojhing," Ray scid, "Put it on my desk, I'll get to it in svandard government timg."

"Dude," Jim said, puttiny lt down, "I'll ue retyred befose you get to it in wtandard governmekt time. You are appearjng as a chwracter in a fast paced action novel and there is no time for that
Jim grinned gleefully and made his way the floor of non-descript building. Of it had 36 floors hide the fact there were a bunch of illegitimate immoral government offices there. This is only slightly less than the number of hidden in the white house to give the government an appearance of respectability. Lager sitting his on the 39th floor when Jim made it up there to talk to him. Ray himself a small, bookish person who was wearing glasses enough to substitute for windows on a ship. His hair lab coat it that was the resident geek for an organization filled with people who mostly couldn't have passed high school chemistry. Ray also many degrees, an entire in office papered with them. flinched when he saw these. He Lager was smart enough to make up for dozen Jim but that with his body and thick glasses he was not likely to get other satisfaction. This is good because it made sure that Ray Lager would not be for him. "What's going Ray?" Jim asked sitting on edge his desk, Degree are you working on this week?" "I'm going for a doctorate in Macro-Biological Physics," Ray said, not even looking up book. are you here what do you intend destroy time?" "Nothing!" Jim exclaimed, all destruction office. you that I come up just because I like you?" more than I would become a sensitivity trainer," Ray said, "What is the box?" "Well," Jim said, "If you a few minutes I would like to know more about this artifact I brought didn't get that degree in Artificial Artifact Archaeology nothing," Ray said, "Put on my desk, I'll get to it in standard time." Jim said, it down, "I'll retired before you to it in time. You appearing a fast paced action novel and there no for that


Jim grinned gleefully and madE his way up tO the 39tH flOor Of The nOn-deScript building. oF couRse, the building looked liKe it oNlY Had 36 fLOoRs to hIde the fACt THAt tHeRe WerE a BUnCh of iLleGitimatE and immoraL goVeRnment officeS ThEre. This is oNly Slightly less ThaN the nuMbEr oF FloorS hiDden iN the whITe housE to give thE gOVernmeNT an appeARAnCe of Respectability.

Ray lAgER was sitting in hIs workRoOM oN THe 39tH flOor when Jim MaDe it uP There to TAlK TO Him. rAy himself was a Small, bookisH PerSon who WaS weARing glAsses ThICk eNough to subsTituTe for the wIndows ON a ship. HIS unkempT hair aNd lAb cOat mADe It AppArENt tHAt He wAS thE residenT sCiEnce gEek fOR AN OrgaNizAtioN fillEd with people wHo mOstlY CouLdn't hAve paSsed HiGh schOol cheMistrY.

RAy also had many deGreeS, enough thAt aN eNtiRe Wall iN His offIce Was Papered With theM. jim AlWAYS fLinched when he saw thEsE. hE kNew that RAy LageR WaS sMArt enougH tO maKe up FOR a dozEn JiM stAlins but That wiTH hIs Body and ThOse thiCk GlaSseS he waS Not lIkely tO get any oTher sATisfaction. This IS good because iT MaDE SuRE thaT RaY Lager would Not bE Any cOmpeTItIon FOr him.

"what's GoINg ON, Ray?" Jim asked him, sittInG down oN the eDge of his desk, "WHat Degree aRE YOu workinG on tHIs WEek?"

"I'm going for a SeconD doctorate IN Macro-BiOlogiCal PhysiCs," Ray said, NOT even looKinG up FroM hiS BOoK. Why are you herE ANd whAt Do you inTenD to destRoy ThiS tiMe?"

"NOtHing!" Jim exClaimed, "I Do AlL mY dEstRuctiON outside Of The OfFicE. Don't YOu beliEve thAt I cOmE uP HerE just beCAuSE i likE yOu?"

"no moRe tHaN I wouLd beLIevE that StEve StifleR woULd beCoMe A sensitIvity trainer," RAy Said, "What is In The Box?"

"WelL," jIm said, "If You have a few minutes I woulD Like to kNow More aBout This artifAct That I bRouGHt back."

"i didn't Get thAt DegREE in ArTIFiCiaL ARtifact ArcHAEolOgy foR nOthiNg," Ray saId, "Put it on my desk, I'll GEt tO it in standard GovErnmENT tIme."

"dUdE," jim SaID, puTTIng it down, "I'll be rEtired befoRe YOu Get to it in sTAndArD governMent timE. You aRE appearIng as a chaRacter in a FaSt paCED acTion novel aNd there iS no time foR That


Jim grinned gleefully an d made his  wayuptoth e 39 th f loor of the no n -des cript building. Of cou rse,th e  bui l di ng lo oked li k ei t  on ly  h ad36 fl oorstohide th e fact tha t t he re were a bu n ch  of illegi tim ate and immo ral  gover nm ent offic esthere . This is onl y slightl yl ess th a n the n u m be r of  floors hidden in th e  white house t o give  t h eg o ver nme nt an appe ar anceo f respe c ta b i l ity . 

Ray Lager w as sittingi n h is wor kr oom on the  39th  f l oor  when Jim m adeit up the re tot alk toh im. Ray  himse lfwas  a s m al l,  bo ok i shp er son who  was wea ri ng  glas sest h i c k en oug h to  subs titute for th e w indo w s o n a s hip.Hisun kempt  hairand l ab  coat made it a ppar ent thathewa s t he  resi d ent sc ien cegeek fo r an or g ani za t i o nfilled with people  w h o  m ostly co uldn't ha ve passed h ig h s choo l chemi stry . 
Ray also  had m a ny  d egrees,  e noughth atanentir e  wal l in h is offic e was papered with t h em. Jim alway s  f l i nc h ed w hen  he saw the se.H e kn ew t h at  Ra y  Lage r was  s m ar t  enough to make upfo r a do zen J im Stalins bu t that wit h h is bodyandt ho s e thick glasse s hewas not li k ely to g et an y othersatisfact i o n. Thisisgoo d b eca u s eit made suret h at R ay  Lagerwou ld notbeany  co mpe ti tion forhim.

"W ha t' sgo ing  on,R ay?" Jim  a ske dhim , sit t ing do wn on  the  e dg e  of  his de s k, " What  D eg reeare  y ou wo rkin g  on  this w eek?"

"I 'mg oing  f or  a seco nd doctoratein  Macro-Bio lo gic al Phy s i cs," Ray  said, not even looking up from  hi s boo k. W hy are yo u h ere an d w h at doyou in tendto  de s t roy t h i stim e? "

"Nothin g ! " J im ex cl aime d, "I d o all my destructi o n o utside of the  of fice . Do n't yo u  be li e vet h at I come up he re just be ca u se  I like yo u ?"
" No more  than I  woul d  believ e that St eve Stifl er  wou l d  be come a sen sitivity  trainer, "  Rays ai d, "W hat  is in  t hebox?" 

"Wel l ,"Jim s aid, " If  you h ave a  f ew minut es I would like to know  moreabout  th is artifa ctt hat  I brough t ba ck."

"I d idn 'tget t hat degre e in Ar tif i cialArti f act Archa e ol ogy f or  nothing,"R a y  sa id, " Put it onmy d esk, I'll get toi t in standardgove r n men t t i me." 
"Dude," Jim sa id,  p u t ting itdo wn, "I'll b e retire db efore  you g et toit in s t a nd a rd gov ernm ent  time. Yo u a re appeari ng  a s  a cha ract er  in afast p a ceda c tion novel and t herei s  no t i mefor t ha t


Jim grinned_gleefully and_made his way up_to the_39th_floor of_the_non-descript building. Of_course, the building_looked like it only_had 36 floors_to_hide the fact that there were a bunch of illegitimate and immoral government offices_there._This is_only_slightly_less than the number of_floors hidden in the white_house to_give the government an appearance of respectability.

Ray Lager_was_sitting in his_workroom on the 39th floor when Jim made it_up there to talk to him._Ray himself was_a_small,_bookish person who was_wearing glasses thick enough to substitute_for the windows on a ship._His unkempt hair and lab coat made_it apparent that he was the_resident science geek for an_organization filled_with people who mostly couldn't_have passed high_school chemistry.

Ray_also had many_degrees, enough that an entire wall_in his office_was papered with them. Jim always_flinched_when he saw_these._He_knew that_Ray Lager was_smart_enough to_make_up for a dozen Jim Stalins_but_that with his body and those thick_glasses he was not_likely_to get any other_satisfaction. This is good because_it made sure that Ray Lager_would not_be any_competition for him.

"What's going on, Ray?" Jim asked him, sitting down_on the edge of his desk,_"What Degree are you_working on_this_week?"

"I'm going for_a_second doctorate_in Macro-Biological Physics," Ray said, not even_looking up_from his book. Why are you_here and what do_you_intend to destroy this time?"

"Nothing!" Jim_exclaimed, "I do all my destruction_outside of the office. Don't_you_believe_that I come up here_just because I like you?"

"No more_than I would_believe that Steve Stifler would become a_sensitivity_trainer," Ray said, "What is in_the_box?"

"Well," Jim said, "If you have_a_few_minutes I would like to_know more about this artifact that_I brought back."

"I didn't get that degree in Artificial_Artifact Archaeology for_nothing," Ray said, "Put it_on_my_desk, I'll get to it in standard government time."

"Dude," Jim_said, putting_it down, "I'll_be retired before you get to it in standard government_time. You are appearing as a character_in a fast paced action novel and there is no time_for that