Peter eventually decides to head down to the cafeteria, slightly peeved at the response he got. He piles his tray with nachoes, fries, and grabs a milkshake and ponders life a little bit. " Least she didn't find out I was high. But I doubt I get paid more than an actor. I'd have to look into that more." Peter finds a place to sit, starts munching on his grub, and pulls out his phone to chat with his fellow activists.<br/><br/>The tower of Vore Corp. loomed high above Kroakz, who stared at its massive size, the newspaper he found years ago in his trembling and clammy hands. His head buzzed with anticipation. "This is actually it, Vore Corp. Okay, this shouldn't be too bad. Just go in and be friendly. They won't bite Kroakz" He lifts his hand and pushes open the door. Much to his suprise, the lobby was completely barren of any life. "Hmmm, someone should be here right?" Kroakz pondered. A cute sign on the receptionist desk read, "Press button for service." A large, red, oval button was installed in front of the sign. Kroakz looked at the sign for thirty seconds nit was unable to read the sign. Upon glancing at the button he devised an ingenious idea of pressing the button and seeing what happens. A tinny buzz was conjured after Kroakz pressed down on the button. Now the waiting game had began.