He’s standing in a stairway, leaning against a metal door jamb, with a finger in his ear. It’s loud in the student union. Second-last day of classes. There’s some kind of food-related festival going on.
Hold on, hold on, hold on. What? What? You ordered how many? I was gonna say. 91? Wow. That’s a lot even for an end-cap. That’s not even, like, you hit a wrong button? Really?