"Danny, we need to talk."
"Words every man longs to hear."
"I'm serious; this place is a disaster. I'll have to call the National Guard if I want to get to the desk."
"It's not that bad."
"I'm hip-deep in-- wait, what is all this?"
"Freebies. Gotta love 'em."
"And this? A squeeze toy shaped like a slice of pie? I don't want to know. No, wait, I do want to know."
"It was free. What more is there?"
"A nice, clean desk?"
"Those exist?"
"Apparently not in DannyLand."
"Where pie squeaks and clean is a four-letter word."
Squeak.
"Ow."