A.S.S.L.O.R.D.

> Aww yeah you like dem posters, now eat the door, too.

In the momentary yet maddening poster-fueled hunger, you chew your way into the NEAREST POSTER PRINTING PRESS, not realizing until two whole minutes afterwards that it is your own shithole of a JANITORIAL CLOSET, or for that matter, that there aren't even any printers within company grounds!

Inside are many CRATES OF CLEANING AGENTS, as well as the few VALUED POSSESSIONS your paltry pay of BITCOIN (Which is no pay at all) can afford you! Scattered messily around the room with these belongings are your COMPANY-PRESCRIBED ENDORPHINS, which you enjoy mixing with SHOTS OF WHISKEY until you just sort of pass out.