A Management Agency employee was not only spotted fleeing to an escape pod* yesterday, but also held in conversation. The creature shreiked like a bat when cornered by three angry apartment block residents who proceeded to reel off their greivances. Over the next five minutes the agent pretended to note several concerns including: Why does it cost €70 to change a lightbulb? Why no statements or reimbursements have been issued since 1973? How come the maintenance guy only speaks an unknown Slavic language?
The agent escaped when some clouds covered the sunlight. He has now changed his name, had plastic surgery and returned with a slighly-tweaked Agency logo. Upon last sighting he was dancing around a fire in Bambesch chanting "Change my face, change my name, the Management Agent's filthy game."
*A hideously adorned Smart Car