Ava: Quinns, you’re looking a bit peaky today?
Ben (he/him): Erm…
Ava: Wait a second, you’re not Quinns! You’re three interns standing on each other’s shoulders in a long jacket!
Ben: We tried that, and we still weren’t tall enough to pass as the real Quinns. As a fresh new intern I’m contractually obliged to replace Quinns where required, whether that is providing irreverent board game news commentary or tasting any food he eats to check for poison.
Ava: Well then, unQuinns, let’s get you a past sell-by-date sandwich, a mop and a big bucket of news. There’s work to be done!