You enter one of the levels in the tower's fourth floor. It's set inside the big factory which creates both robots and pizzas. You can see walking brown sausages seemingly patrolling the whole face. They all wear dark brown fedoras and smoke cigarettes.

One of them passes next to you, but doesn't seem to notice your presence, or at least care about it. You can hear him mumbling something quietly to himself:

60 hours a week guarding some run-down factory, and I don't even get paid vacation?