"Brigs, what are you doing? You're supposed to be working on the proposal for the crosstest of SCP-087 and SCP-723."
"I'm just taking a break. Besides, you know they'll never approve it. I swear some of these cross test are like they take two random numbers and say Hey, what would happen if we mixed these? Seriously, these things are both immobile! Anyway, I was just playing around with the Foundation's logo in Photosh- OW!"
The book hitting him in the back of the head was surprising but didn't actually hurt. Partially because he wasn't hit THAT hard, and partially because on the days it didn't happen, either Brigs or Land were never in the same room.
"Okay, I know they covered this in your initial recruitment four years ago, but let's go over it one more time; We are a SECRET Organization. We work FROM THE SHADOWS. We don't have a logo. That letterhead you see with that symbol on it? It's not a logo. It's a warning symbol. Like radiation, but more general. It's the designation for an object, item, person that is secured, has information that needs to be kept contained, a being, or whatever that needs to be protected - or the world needs protected from. Whatever. It means Don't give this out. That means NO ONE OUTSIDE THE FOUNDATION SHOULD SEE THIS. Secret. Classified. Get it?"
"Wait, I've seen an old one with a cat on it. Or part of a cat."
"What are… Oh, that one. SCP-529. That's from not long after she was acquired. People like her so much they started to put that on things. It's no more official that the patches you see for MTF Lambda-2."
"So… I shouldn't have made it a bumper sticker?"
The stapler caught him just right to REALLY hurt, but it was his own fault. He should have ducked faster.