Wes's calendar pops up on the monitor Spider slapped. Though it's jam packed, his week doesn't look too interesting.
Unbelieveable. I'm not doing shit.
...Maybe I'll rebel a bit more and take a nap for once.
Getting out of here one day. Just not today.
Wes rests his head on a nearby keyboard and shuts his eyes.
Woah! Looks like things were already rough.
But her refusal to use an Oxford comma... that's the last straw! I've gotta put an end to this!!
It's that Wes guy's computer.
There's not much you can do about Spider in your current state.