Franky sighed rather loudly, hopefully catching the attention of his coworkers. No one seemed to notice, or rather care. Each one just stood and stared off into space, looking as though their souls had been sucked out; some actually might have. Everyone knew what day it was and everyone dreaded it. Physical check up in the office. It was something the boss had come up with a few years ago. It was supposed to make sure everyone was fit and healthy after spending day in and out at their desks. Documenting souls into a computer for 12 hours straight was one thing, but standing in line for the boss to berate us for being “overweight” or “not looking healthy enough” then going through a hardcore exercise regimine was actual torture. Someone once suggested cutting back on hours so they could get some proper exercise; that person doesn’t work here anymore, they might not even be alive. Franky tugged at his suit and tie for the hundredth time, trying desperately to make it look looser.