Hostage Situation at the Agency

Twas a quiet afternoon at TBA, when sirens awoke us from our slumber. I mean work. Actually, there weren't any sirens, but there was a scruffy lookin' hobo outside our door using the carpet as a urinal. At first we thought he was the new Art Director, but we decided he wasn't so we called the cops like any self respecting bourgeois advertising types would.

Luckily, our office area is keypad locked, but unluckily, the meth-man was sitting outside the door. We were trapped like a bunch of little girls in a... box.

So the cops show up, then 2 CIA men (could have been MI-5).

Then the cops got backup.

Then some sailors came to help.

Check out the face down handcuff action... complete with woman on left with tazer.

And then we were safe, thanks to our friends the Policemen.

The End.