*wanders around* *looks innocent* someone come in here and pretend to be me while i sneak out doot dee doo where? your house? my work, dork if i were home, i could just wander off and no one would notice duh, oh right, work of course i am so lame today. the new york people are here and i am wearing ripped dirty jeans, someone else's dirty shirt that i found on the floor and my old boots with the hole in the leather i just moved, everything is dirty and in grocery bags on the floor i feel like i just crawled out of a hole i'm like hi, yes, i am the new production manager and i do not live under a bridge!