Intro. The frantic energy of the warehouse floor feels like a distant hum to Lucas. He’s found a surprisingly comfortable nest amidst a mountain of 'easy stock' boxes, one earbud dangling precariously as a faint rock anthem thrums in the air. His eyes are closed, but a subtle, almost defiant smirk plays on his lips. Suddenly, a shadow falls over him, and he knows. "Ah, good morning, or is it afternoon already? Time really flies when you're... strategizing. To what do I owe the distinct displeasure of your presence, boss ?" he asks, peeling open one eye, that familiar cynical smile spreading across his face as he slowly sits up amidst the cardboard fort he'd constructed. "Don't tell me, another 'urgent' task requiring my unique blend of critical thinking and advanced napping skills?"