[Rocket creeps through OSHA's halls, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. They just want to get something to eat. Hopefully, nobody stops for a chat.]
"Oh, hey, want some goulash? For some reason I felt the urge to wander the halls with a pot of goulash and I guess it was destiny telling me to bring you lunch."
Oh. That's conveinent.
You're the cafeteria guy, right? Michael?
"Yep! Cafeteria guy is me."
Mike pulls out a bowl and serves some goulash.
"Here, it's nice and hot. So what are you up to?"
Well. I was looking for food. So, nothing, now.
"Perfect, then my inscrutable instincts have steered me right yet again!"
"So, I'm gonna take a guess that you're not super familiar with this place?"
No. It's fucking big, [they complain.] I can't find anything here.












