Since you’re apparently some sort of psychotic, you decide to smash through the window of your place of employment for no good reason at all. You find a window that looks promising and hit it dead center.
You crash through, landing on your feet and sliding across the floor in a hail of glass while shouting “Wooooo!” Unfortunately nobody is there to hear you, because you’ve landed in the storage room. You continue sliding a few more feet and bump awkwardly into a large stack of paper towels and tissue boxes someone had set on a desk, knocking them onto the floor. You bend down and taking a few moments to pick them up while muttering under your breath.
Suddenly you hear screaming from the lobby. You open the door a crack and out into the lobby. A small man stands at the window with a gun to the head of one of the customers.
“Eh eh empty the suh suh safe and g-g-give the muh muh money to me or the guh guh guh girl gets it!” he says to the teller.