"Where's Vozdrammar?" Mawgull snarls, sweeping open Jamdaggu's office door.
"Hm?" Jamdaggu says distractedly, his computer making Minecraft noises. "I'm very busy, Mawgull."
"Her cronies are all out of the office at an alleged wedding," Mawgull spits. "She's supposed to be—"
"Oh, she brought me a holiday booking request," Jamdaggu says. "Something about having trouble getting you to process things — is that today? Honestly, Mawgull, I'm trying not to criticise your work when you're obviously having trouble settling in here, but you need to keep on top of these things. We can't have all the seniors off at once — what if there's a crisis?"
Mawgull makes a deep, throbbing noise of pure rage, hands shaking, claws splayed.
"...Maybe you should take a few minutes to calm down," Jamdaggu says. "Go and make a cup of tea, have a sit down?"
"I am going to summon every one of those seditious worms back into the office immediately," Mawgull barks. "This is a coordinated effort to undermine my authority—" and slams his office door behind her.
"Sedition is a very strong word to toss around!" Jamdaggu calls earnestly at the still-vibrating door. "Word to the wise, Infernal Affairs get very jumpy about that one!"
He can distantly hear the zip and crackle of a summoning circle failing to summon anything, and then Mawgull ranting; another noisy failure. He rolls his eyes, and strolls across his office to pour himself a cup of coffee as the third summon sputters out.
Seconds later, his entire wall explodes. A wall of bone-plated flesh, a thundering eyeless juggernaut on gigantic smoking hooves, hurtles through Jamdaggu's office, sweeping away everything before it: wall, door, desk, suspended ceiling tiles raining around it, to smash straight through the opposite wall, and — abruptly outside the building — plummet several stories to faceplant an earthshaking crater outside.
Its burning feet continue jogging unconcernedly in the air above its inverted form.
"Fuck me," Jamdaggu squeaks, fumbling the carafe.
In the shattered disaster area outside Jamdaggu's office, Mawgull stands next to the remains of a summoning circle, staring blankly at the hole punched out of the building.
Jamdaggu clears his throat a couple of times, then walks gingerly over to where his doorway once stood.
"We'll have a meeting about expressing your workplace frustrations constructively on Monday morning, Mawgull," he says, tremblingly raising his FEAR FISH — FEAR WOMEN — BE LOVECRAFT coffee mug to take a swig. "You're fucking suspended!"