Forget Jarek, Wesley's right here.

Wesley steps over to the emergency box.

"Hello?" it squawks.

"Our elevator just got stuck," he answers. "What's going on?"

"Hmm. Seems to be a short circuit. Give us about ten minutes, we'll get you out in no time."

"Alright," he responds, hanging up.

"Well," you start, "since we're not going anywhere for a while, how about we kill some time?" You grab at your crotch, making sure you're understood.

Wesley smirks. "Great idea."

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