One-Man Infiltration Mission

Agent York had finished devising a plan to open the fortress' massive front doors with his staple gun and baseball, when they suddenly opened on their own.

The young lady who stepped out was shivering, probably because she wasn't wearing very much.

"The boss says to let you in for some hot cocoa. C'mon, it's freezing out here."

Agent York was more than a little surprised, and strongly suspected a trap, but there weren't a lot of other options.

"Thank you, I'd appreciate that."

He followed her in and the doors slammed shut behind her. He found himself face-to-face with Hothead, or it would have been if Hothead wasn't staring at the lever on the machine and not paying any attention to him.

"Mr. Hothead, sir, I brought him in. Do you want to explain your plan to him in excruciating detail while I fetch the cocoa?"

Hothead swiveled around.

"Ah, thank you, Carol. Yes, that sounds like a good idea. Now, where shall I begin?"