Stan is sitting in his office at the Trump Tower, making some business phone calls with his phone in one hand, and jotting down some notes onto a piece of paper with the other.

He was completely preoccupied with his work. It was stressing him a lot, to the point he could feel a migraine coming up.

Just then, there was a knock at his door. He had the urge to shout at whoever it was, but he remembered he couldn’t act uncouth at this job. He sighed.

“For the love of god-.. Yeah, C’mon in.”