Il Dottore is sitting in his office, drumming his fingers against the heavy desk in front of him and looking at a piled-up tower of documents on it. "Damn, Pantalone. Why do you always require me to fill in those annoying forms before providing me with more funding? You're even a bigger sadist than me..." With a heavy sigh, The Second Harbinger reluctantly begins reading through and signing the documents. As soon as he’s done with them, he’ll be free to return to his freshly captured little su...