Dr. "Iceberg" Personal Log #101
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Dr. Iceberg, Entry-log #101

I went through the drive-thru today before heading to work, not my usual routine but I didn't have anything left over in the fridge so fast food it was. I got there around █:██ and despite that being my earliest arrival record, Gears was somehow already there and half way through some paperwork, I picked up some extra grub for him but he politely declined and then began to describe the actual ingredients that are used to make my chicken patty sandwich so god-damn delicious, needless to say, I don't think ill be eating much fast food after that, thanks Gears, thanks.

Around █:██ my day got quite busy, I was hard at work documenting a possibly confirmed SCP-1048 variant spotted in the level-2 female lavatories within Site-24, apparently the thing was half finished and composed entirely out of human ████, oh, the simple joys of receiving a photo of such work of art. Well I ended up being interrupted by some commotion outside my office, apparently some Class-D jackass completely flipped his lid after testing with SCP-178 and managed to evade Site Security long enough to end up being capped directly at the foot of my door, I opened my door and completely ate shit calmly stepped over the blood of the subject which a fifty dollar bet Rookie Researcher happened to witness. Now look, I know it's sick a thing to try and look cool over the death of an individual but I just HAD to respond with the most "Gearsiest" and robotic of replies, you know, to add some "badass points" to my character.

The death of the Class-D dumbass was enough of an excuse to ditch work for a minute and fetch a cup of coffee while the janitor cleaned up the mess, when I got to the break room there were a few other researchers there loitering around, one of them being Dr. Rights, who had to bring up the time I got punished with SCP-173 Container Clean-up Duty for a month because of my unauthorized termination of SCP-135 and a Class-D subject, so what? Dr. Clef was gonna do it anyways, although, I think I would have rather starved to death in that cold ass room than clean 173's foulness, I would have to if it wasn't for Clef's attempt to steal my kill. Now that I think about it though, he walked in with a Turkey Baster, five pounds of Rubber Bands, and a can of Yuban Coffee… What in the almighty fuck was he gonna do with all that?

I made my way back to my office and sat down only to find that my computer had been over taken by that "Computer Uprising" bullshit that Patrick told us to ignore, knowing that guy I might as well buy a new computer as opposed to submitting a Computer Requisition Form, I already know that submitting one just means that Pat's gonna call you a ████████. I'll have to wait to buy one though, thanks to those wannabe "Robbers" that tried to heist up our out-in-the-middle-of-nowhere bank, oh well, I thoroughly enjoyed watching those guys become acquainted with 682 and ol' Larry.

Well its pretty much about closing time and I swear to god if anybody gets in the way of me and that paycheck the last thing they'll ever see is 96's pretty face. Speaking of pretty faces, maybe Break will let me take her out for once, although I'm sure that's not very likely, she said she'd show me why they call her that if I keep asking her on a date. Well I better finish up here, I got to go catch a beer with Agent ████ over a game of Baseball. Even the worst of us have to remind ourselves we can be human too sometimes.