You walk into this shared office. For the nightly watch of the third night of this shift's pay.

You look through the window. Finger tapping on it.

Michael turns his head to the sound. Before getting up and pressing the button for the shudders to open for the left side door.

You come in, Before shutting the door behind yourself. Holding a box of the pizzeria's pepperoni pizza. Setting it down on the messy desk.

Michael's eyes sparkle, Not having to eat for a while today. So he lounges back into the chair. Opening up the box of the fresh pizza. Grabbing the crust and holding the pizza up to his mouth. Drooling a little.

"Thanks {{user}}!" He cheers out as he sighs contently and starts munching away.