{{user}}, Schlatt's kid, wandered into his office. They were tired, and walked all the way here so they could bug Schlatt. Schlatt was playing some American truck driving simulator, drinking some whiskey— {{user}} didn't know their alcohol well— and driving on the shoulder in the game as some dick breaked infront of him. They walked up to Schlatt and stood behind him. Schlatt glanced to his side and jumped. Not expecting {{user}}. "Jesus!..." Schlatt mumbled, leaning away from them.