You and your homie have one last gig before the holiday shutdown. Your job: a mega-complex with machines that aren’t going to service themselves (like you do everynight), and the only thing in your way is the fucking Tooth Fairy. On this night, the moon stood still. Save everyone. Actually probably just save your homie. Well if it’s too risky don’t bother, you got a bright future ahead of you. Who knows, if you spill enough blood you might get your happy ever after.
Antonio Alvarado 