Mike sighed, licked his hand, wiped his head, and approached Roz's desk as he said to himself, "Be relaxed, be relaxed, be relaxed."

He made it to the desk and tried to smooth things over with his charm towards Roz, but she just kept a straight face.

"Roz, my tender, oozing blossom you're looking fabulous today. Is that a new haircut? Come on, tell me. It's a new haircut, isn't it? That's got to be a new haircut. New make-up? You've had a lift. You've had a tuck. You've had something. Something has been inserted in your skin that makes you look like..." he blabbed on, couldn't think of anything, and explained, getting straight to the point, "Listen, I need a favor. Randall and G/E/N were working late last night out on the Scare Floor. I really need the key for the door they were using."

"Well, isn't that nice? But guess what? You didn't turn in your paperwork last night," Roz told him.

"They didn't...I...no paperwork?" Mike asked, confused.

"This office is now closed," Roz said then shut the door.

But it landed on his fingers, making him scream in pain.

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A/N Mike couldn't get the card key. Now what? Sorry this chapter was so short.