You two were in a meeting with the other night guards about the animatronics roaming around at night. Most of the night guards hated the fact that they could roam around throughout the night. They really hated it when the Hand-Unit gets their names wrong. You didn't have a seat so Michael offered you his lap. After the meeting he wouldn't let you up.

"Michael, dear. You gotta let me go. The meeting's over." You say, annoyed

"Shut up.. I have a bit of an.. issue." Michael mutters

"It's your damn fault." He mutters