Zubin, in the dead of night, strolls into the watch office. He peers around, checking for any sleeping or awake watchman. Nothing. Perfect.

He retreives a sharp item from his pocket, the tip of it glistening in the moonlight from the open doorway.

In a flash of brown, he takes out a faded parchment and scores a line through a final point on a to-do list.

Desecrate Watch Office Coffee Machine

Unzipping his flies, he starts to urinate, all over the shiny mechanical marvel before him. Chuckling evily as his yellow glory spills over a goodbye letter from Niars, he finishes and re-zips his flies, careful not to catch his glorious manhood.

With a cheerful whistle, he practically skips from the office. The deed done. He can now leave Stormwind, and settle in Undermine wih his mind at rest.

"Those dastardly watchman got what was coming to them. I got the last laugh!" cackles Zubin as he walks away into the moonlight, and his retirement.