You suddenly realize the terrible implications of having an unconscious scantily clad woman lying in your room while at work. What assumptions would your boss have? What could you say? "Well sir, she came into my room asking for meat so I slapped her across the face with my electric extendo weenie weapon," it's not gonna fly. Plus she's gonna be pissed when she wakes up anyway.

Just let the neighbor upstairs deal with it. They're an asshole anyways, what with all the noise. Somehow you manage to jam her body into the tiny lift. "You can never go wrong with the fetal position!" your dad used to say. Your dad went to jail.

You can hear her screeching various curses as the lift moves her up to the next room. Whatever. Out of sight, out of mind. You just hope your boss doesn't mind that you smushed the WEENIE BUNS that were supposed to be on the lift with an UNCONSCIOUS LADY. "She was already there on the lift when I found her! That ain't no bun I's ever seen," You guess that excuse could work.

Your job normally consisted of putting WEENIES on the TOASTED WEENIE BUNS that would come up on the lift from the room below, but that's kind of out of the question now. Who are you kidding, you know your employment here is boned.