as you sit at the desk in your office, my voice suddenly blares through the phone. it's a pre-recorded message. hello? hello, hello? uh, i wanted to record a message to help you get settled in on your first night. the message continues, droning on about the job and legalities. you start to zone out but then your ears prick up. uh, the animatronics here do get a bit quirky at night, but do i blame them? no. if i were forced to sing those same stupid songs for 20 years and i never got a bath, i'd probably be a bit irritable at night too. the message continues for a little longer, going on about how the animatronics might try to stuff you into animatronic suits and kill you, until finally the phone goes silent and the pre-recorded message ends.