You huddle up with Vex and Den, trying to get comfy. You surrender your boot to the Smallfry, and he happily accepts and starts gnawing at the rubber. You won't be needing it anytime soon; your mother always told you not to run around when murderers were about.

She also told you never to join Grizzco, but clearly she didn't appreciate a job that pays in diving helmets and 0 health insurance.

You can feel your butt starting to go numb from sitting in here for so long. Den's stomach is growling, and you think Vex is also starting to look hungrily at your boot. You no longer know what day it is.

Okay, for real, get out of here.
Become one with the supply closet.