My assistants Morpheus and Mars are highly qualified professionals in risk assessment.
The committee reunites on a daily basis (actually, on a nightly basis) to discuss.
Morpheus is afraid of anything. Mars is afraid of nothing.
You're in good hands.

Morpheus does not talk much.
She dispenses judgment with her gaze, like only a tiny four-paw CEO can do.
She also usually slaps Martolda's face in the middle of the night for no reason.
playful teenager

Happy, sad, angry, cuddly: unlike Morpheus, Mars always has the same expression on her face.
When she speaks she sounds like a broken record, you know when she starts but you never know when the concert is going to finish
Pervert in the sink while mummy is on the toilet