Mike stamped all the way to the fifth floor, which was where his office was: he had never been so embarrassed in his life. He had brought the note up with him, and had brought a flame torch, to burn up the paper with. So he sat there, burning paper, which gave off a very nasty smell, hiding it every now and then, (by sitting on it, and putting the fire out) when a member of staff came in to give him paperwork to file – but then he'd had enough – he set fire to the whole paper, and since there was no water, he thought he'd eat it to smother the flames – but that just burned his tongue. He ran out of the room and headed for the toilets, yelling at the top of his lungs.
On his way there, another passing monster asked: "Hey! Mike! How is the play coming on? You know – the company production! Is there going to be a sequel?"
"Oh, Fine! Just fine. In fact, there is a sequel – I'll try and get you a part!" Mike blubbered, paper flying everywhere, thinking: "Didn't they know I was only joking about that all?" Mike sped up, and bumped right into Celia, in the exact same place they had met before.
"Googly, why have you got burned bits of paper on your tongue?" Celia asked, confused.
"Because... today is... Eat Burned Paper At Work Day! Anyway... Sully's gone missing, and... I'm looking for him. Bye!" Mike spluttered, then hurtled off down the stairs.