Doctorlit looked around, most furtively.

He headed down a south corridor, then a west one, then a north one, then a east one, and then a north one once more and took five flights of stairs.

Finally, he was there.

The Room of Asexuality.

He checked around.

No one down the corridor, up the corridor, down the sides, or on the ceiling. (One must always check the ceilings, after all.)

He went inside.

It was utterly quiet, until it was not.

Outside, the vaguest hint of moaning could be heard, and "Oh, Mr. Booooooowwwwwwwwwiiiieeeeee....