Aperture Insurance
"Sir, why are we here?" Caroline said as she slipped on the roof.
"I have no idea." The less than sane man said. "How did we get up here?"
"Perhaps the teleportation technology we have been experimenting with?" She replied caustically as she fell again.
Cave admired his unusually ungraceful assistant.
"Ms. Caroline!" A young man was pulling the hand of a man holding a fiddle. "It's a Fiddler on the Roof!"
Cave laughed as the fiddler began to play.
Forgive us, please.