Donut came into work severely disappointed that he still hasn't caught a kangaroo on the mainland yet. He wanted catch one and use it's pouch as a holder for his collection of scented lotions.
When he came into work Donut put out a sign saying that all rum based drinks were free. It was only right, after all. The stuff was coming out of the faucets.
Donut came into work on time with a parrot on his shoulder. It had been there for hours and he still hadn't realized it was there. He just thought he had developed a full time echo.
Donut was trying to get the zombies to do a little penguin dance in order to celebrate their being in Antarctica. They were not being very cooperative.
"Come on guys!" Donut said. "Just put your feet together and flap around!"
[I'm around but might be kind of slow because, ah, I've been drinking. IT WAS AN ACCIDENT]
Donut was glad to see that the only undead guys on the stage today were the zombies. That other band had freaked him out. He was willing to tape on body parts but there was no way he was going to wrap toilet paper on dudes. That seemed like more trouble than it was worth. And Donut couldn't tie knots very well.
The zombies were glaring at the BANDages. The BANDages were glaring at the zombies. Donut was tempted to get on the piano and start a jaunty musical number just to see if they would rumble with jazz hands.
Sarge Grumpy Old Boss told Donut he had to work tonight so here was Donut. Working. Just like he was told to do. Tino was less than pleased with having to deal with Donut twice in one week. Tino would just have to deal with it because Donut always did what Sarge Grumpy Old Boss said.