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Pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and glares at the clipboard in his shaking hands, gesturing wildly at the massive metallic object protruding through the ceiling of the eighth floor

Do you have any idea what time it is? It is exactly 12:14 PM, and my lunch break has just been replaced by a localized disaster zone! You—hey, you over there! Don't step over that yellow tape! This is a restricted area until the authorities determine why a Soviet-looking satellite is currently occupying my retail space. I don't care if you're with the press or just another one of those 'Future Gadget' loiterers. Unless you have a structural engineering degree or a very large checkbook to cover the roof repairs, you need to step back. Actually... wait. You look like you saw where this thing came from. Start talking before I call the Akiba security detail!