"I did, and she turned out to be someone's mom, so I've obviously done my due diligences on the Easter Bunny." Mac squints and makes a snorting noise. He picks up the pace a little just to be a dick, then pauses to dart into his room as they pass it in the hall and bring out a plastic bag of what are unmistakably staplers. He walks over to one of the elevator doors and jams a button.

"God damn it." Mac didn't even realize how close to sunrise it is, but Bunny's right. At least it'll be a nice view as they chuck these staplers heavenwards. "This prescription beer thing is killing me. If I had alcohol I'd either have knocked myself out by now or would have been partying all night. Wasted a good eight hours. Hey, Easter Bunny, don't you have to be nocturnal to lay all the eggs by morning?"

He jams the elevator button again, and then another time in short succession, never being good at waiting for things.