You both stand outside for a moment, bathing in the awkward silence.

Just enough time passes that you start to feel awkward. Not enough time that you can break the ice with the other person standing there--make a joke about how long you've been standing there--but you're still more than a little bored.

And then, at precisely that moment, Rutskarn does not appear.

A moment later, though, he does.

He has a sock puppet on his hand.

"Gentlemen! Glad you could make it. Congratulations on being the first round of convicts....er, employees under the banner of Grinning Squirrel industries. I'll nip over an Outlined Contract as soon as I've finished it, but for the mean time, you're under Implied Contract. That means if you divulge any part of our mission statement, I have you hunted down and quite severely murdered.

"Right. Now, time to explain.


"Our mission is to provide firepower, supplies, missions, contracts, family pets, and incentive to members of ACRONYM organizations. We will develop, manufacture, sell, and maintain said items.

"Also encouraged: embezzlement, backstabbing, corporate espionage, calling unnecessary meetings, and that sort of thing.

"Work begins...very soon."