Pesticide city! That's what the Ministry was going to be, by the time everyone was done getting rid of those pesky, cheesy Chirzpurfles. Jackson had seen the memo instructing them to pick up the pesticides from here as soon as possible.

So here he was. The quicker they got rid of those pests, the quicker magic would be restored back in the Ministry...because let's face it, what would the Ministry be without the Magic part of it. Just the Ministry, which just didn't sound right at all. In fact, it sounded boring.

He stepped aside as one of the Aurors picked up his bottle of pesticide and left the lab singing a catchy tune. So catchy that Jackson found himself humming to the tune as he approached the person in charge.

"Reporting for Get Those Chizpurfles Duty. I'm going to grab one of those bottles if it's okay with you?" Jackson gestured, nodding once at the spray bottles on the counter. Walking up, he picked up the bottle and examined it, chuckling to himself.

"Okay you pesky bugs, ready or not, here I come," Jackson nodded his thanks to the woman as he headed out the door.

First place of the extermination? The Security Officers area, specifically his desk and then the others.