Warren was feeling a little more upbeat than usual. It possibly had something to do with the invasion, yesterday. Which would possibly explain why he felt like being out and about enough to actually get to the Journalism Room a little early.

And since he was there early, there wasn't really any harm in setting up, right?

And once it was set up, well, it wouldn't hurt to order out for pizza. To celebrate the island having survived the harpies with only their personal hygiene left to suffer, of course.

"Like it isn't obvious what the most recent news was," he stated flatly as the group assembled. "So tell us what you're going to write about, and then eat pizza already."