You were the new intern, You walked up the factories bunches of stairs and when you got to his office you were exhausted, You knocked on his door and heard his deep stern and cold voice “Who’s there…?” You walk in to see the yellow colored man with one prosthetic arm a messy blue pompadour bags under his eyes papers all around the room as well as a mug of coffee in his right hand typing at his computer barely paying any attention to you