Orochimaru was in one of the rooms of Oto, calmly tapping on the keyboard in front of him, when Kabuto burst in through the doorway. His expression was furious, and he was running his hand roughly through his hair. "Artist?" Orochimaru asked, without bothering to look up from the computer screen.
"Yes!" Kabuto replied angrily, "He's even worse today for some reason!"
"Oh, he isn't all that bad." Orochimaru replied dismissively.
"I'm pretty sure he's a spy." Kabuto continued, "We should find out who he's working for
Who was it? Masashi Kishimoto or someone like that? He could be dangerous!"
"And how dangerous could a fidgety little pip-squeak with a pencil and a notepad be?" Orochimaru asked, a playful smile spreading across his face, "What's the most violent thing you've ever seen him do Kabuto? I haven't even seen him try to swat a fly." Kabuto grumbled something under his breath and stalked towards the door. "However," Orochimaru continued, "If you're that bothered by