Timothy was the one in the bird costume, for those keeping track.
I like him. He’ll be back.
Alex: Just put your name here, your address over here, and check off how long you can go without sleep…
Timothy: Mr. Maxwell, sir?
Enrico: Hello, Timothy. What is it?
Timothy: I’m sorry…
It’s been an honor to work for you, sir, it really has. You’re an inspiration. I’d love to do this forever.
But my dad’s pulling me out. He says I’ll never make anything of myself here…
Enrico: Oh, you’ll go far in Iscariot, Timothy. Just you wait.
[EHEH…THE END (…or not.)]