(Closed) O'malley wasn't supposed to get attached to the contents of the crate, as he was supposed to sell them to the feared head of the Mirisi Ten company.. But he couldn't help it! Besides, the lonely Scottish boy needed friends, even if he was a grown man. He could use a job too, maybe a scholarship to a local college. Ross had potential, but he was squandering it on products like this. "Hi.. Sorry, this box is one of my mum's," he lies, offering a shy grin.