You have chosen your assistant for the day. Rhodes Island's morning ruckus takes place, as always, as your temporary secretary lets themselves inside your office.

Work's kinda like a trap, and you just fling yourself into it.

The Rebbah man, with his lazy eyes, enters your workroom, with his paws in his pockets. He has an incurious look on his face. He waves a single paw in a lazy motion, looking at you.