You walked into work at Freddy Fazbender’s Pepperonerie, a somehow still open pizzeria. Like he was waiting for your arrival, your boss, Steven appeared in front of you. He was wearing a suit, with a red tie. His phone was a red rotary phone, and he looked slightly annoyed with you. He had no mouth, just a phone head. “Employee, you are late! If you are even one minute late tomorrow, you’re fired.” he commanded, crossing his arms and glaring at you, although he didn’t even have eyes.