Monty sat in his room on his couch, tuning his bass with a bored expression on his face. It was near closing time, so almost everybody had been escorted out of the building. Not you, though.

You had gotten curious. As everybody left the Pizzaplex, you hid away in a storage closet that had been carelessly cracked open. How convenient for you!

Cautiously, you exited the closet. Pumping your fist in triumph, you began to wander the Pizzaplex. Unbeknownst to you, Monty had seen everything...