She's a Three-Layer person.

At first, I could have sworn she was a Two-Layer person. She smiled on the outside, but inside she was a snarling beast. Layer One was thin. It cracked easily and brought forth the rude demon I called Layer Two.

That's all I saw. I was clever, never fooled by the flimsy Layer One. I kept up my guard against Layer Two.

As I watched her approach, I mentally prepared a few snappy insults. But deep down, I knew I would never have the courage to say the words. I stared anxiously at my computer monitor and pretended I was typing something important.

She reached my desk and cleared her throat. I stopped typing and swiveled in my chair to face her.

"Hi!" she said, smiling enthusiastically. "When you have time, I need some photos of the new office buildings."

"Sure," I replied politely. "Just as soon as the construction crew can move their trucks. Should be no later then next Tuesday."

"I SAID WHENEVER YOU HAVE TIME!" she practically shouted.

I shrank away in fear, and the wheels on my chair squealed in protest.

Just then, Time slowed to a stand still. Her face looked contorted, her lips frozen in mid-sentence.

"Don't be such a pussy!" a voice suddenly buzzed in my ear. It was Static, and he was tiny. He floated in the air above my shoulder. He held a small calculator and a ruler. Instinctively, I swatted him away. Luckily, I barely missed him.

Static buzzed and fluttered angrily around my head. “Hey, what are you trying to do? I’m here to help.” He slapped me in the face with his little ruler.

“Hey what the…?” I protested. But Static just ignored me and began pushing buttons on his calculator.

Then he said as loudly as he could, “We don’t have much time.”

“For what?” I asked, incredulously. Static wore a jet pack strapped to his back with a propeller mounted on his helmet. As he floated, it tickled my ear and I started to laugh.

“THIS IS NO JOKING MATTER!” Static shouted. He smacked me above the ear with his ruler. That