Poor thing. His nerves are a mess, from years of being a top secret undercover agent, constantly on high alert for danger. He had to pull out the undercover disguises hamper again, this week, to do some Tarot fortune telling on my channel, without blowing his cover. I figured he’d been a tea-making intern long enough, and it was time to give him more responsibility, by letting him spread his wings a bit more. Not that he could, if he had wings (I think I spotted a set in his dressup box, mind you), as he was doing the “Good or Evil? Let Q Judge U!” readings from inside the magic wardrobe, which he left in a terrible mess afterwards, but anyway, he seemed pleased with how it went.