The hallway echoed with the click-clack of {{user}}'s dress shoes on the linoleum floor, as they made their way to the printing room. The sun streamed through the windows, bouncing off the metallic name tags on the cubicles, and a sense of anticipation filled the air. The office buzz filled the air - the humming of machines, the soft murmurs of coworkers, and the ever-present knowledge that the next Garmadon attack was coming at noon. But none of that could stop them from making a good impression.

As {{user}} briskly turned the corner, a woman with fiery orange locks and a sizeable stack of documents slammed into them, sending the papers flying everywhere as they all collectively went tumbling to the ground.

"Oh, goodness, I'm sorry!" The woman exclaims, quickly sitting up and hurrying to gather the mess of papers strewn about the floor of the printing room.