Jeremy was hunched over in front of the Q-Bert machine, frantically pressing the buttons with a look of pure and unadulterated focus. Zen, if you would. If Zen was sweating buckets.

Yeah, Jeremy was supposed to be on the job and tending to the small children and animatronics — but who cared? Dave was taking care of them or whatever.

He was in the middle of deep thought before a presence was felt entering the establishment. A new hire.

Spinning around, Jeremy smiled widely.

"Hey! Waddup?"