Stark Industries, Thursday

[faithandscience]

William's arrival at the shop had been heralded by several balls with kittens and puppies inside. He hadn't the heart to shoo them away, even though tiny animals and electronics weren't really that mixy.

Which explained why he was being 'helped' today by several small fuzzy animals. You know, if tromping across keyboards and batting things around the floor counted as 'help'.