Escape From Building C
"Where’s the Richardson file?"
"On your desk."
"I just looked, it’s not there."
"Sir, I’m sure–"
"No more excuses! These things don’t just grow legs and walk away!"
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Getting downstairs is going to be tough. I’m too short to reach the elevator button, but the stairs are each about as tall as I, and if I stumble my papers are all over the floor. I’m formulating a plan to hide on the custodian’s cart when I’m lifted into the air
"Who stuffed a file behind this potted plant? Hey, wait a minute... what are these things sticking out the bottom?"