It's eight o'clock

Dr.Qwerty came up strollin' like a pimp, wagging his tongue through a hole in some boloney he kept in his bong. He made it to SCP-261 and let the boloney dangle as he kept his head up, and began yipping like a Yorkshire Terrier. He then sensually made out with the bitemark in front of the two MTF security guards. Both stared behind their visors as Dr.Qwerty frantically smashed the bologna into the coin slot, who denied his advances.

He was tackled by the two task force members tackle Qwerty moments later.

The next day, Dr. Qwerty exited the custodians' office in red and yellow paint, becoming the worlds first nude yellow and red penguin. Passerbys in the hall ran in cover as he walked around with a carton of eggs tossing them on the ceiling.

SWAAAAAAAUUUKKKK

SQUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKKKKKKK!!

Later on, he was taken in and assessed by site-65 director Kendal Morrison.

"Qwerty…" she sighed." Why are you doing this?"

The man now dressed like a baby new year holding a stack of Mayan calendars replied.

"I want my paid vacation back."