When the bell chimes this time, it announces the arrival of a certain teenage employee. He’s returned from a quick run to the nearest convenience store, with a plastic bag of goodies in tow. And a surgical face mask strapped on. No way is he going to chance getting sick.

“Apolloooooo! You still dying in there, bud?”

Without waiting for an answer, he slides into the lawyer’s personal office. The sight is truly pathetic.