CJ's office [during detention]
There was a person sneaking down the halls.
Sneakily.
Like a ninja.
If ninjas were from Connecticut.
And prone to snickering.
The person stopped in front of CJ's office, messed briefly with the door knob (a few years in politics and you pick up some tricks, best not to ask), and let himself in.
A few minutes and a superglued phone later, the not-ninja closed the door behind himself and snuck back down the hall.
Sneakily.
And snickering.
Sneakily.
Like a ninja.
If ninjas were from Connecticut.
And prone to snickering.
The person stopped in front of CJ's office, messed briefly with the door knob (a few years in politics and you pick up some tricks, best not to ask), and let himself in.
A few minutes and a superglued phone later, the not-ninja closed the door behind himself and snuck back down the hall.
Sneakily.
And snickering.