You could manage the last shift, right? Playing with the EM Pal, destroying the annoying poodles with carts (and then using those carts to cover up the holes in the wall), checking the cameras for PAL’s needs, etc… Until PAL itself smashed through the roof of your office and demanded you to play a stupid cup game with it. It’s terrifying demonic face stared at you expectantly as the cups shuffled around, and it expected you to pick one.