want me to even those up for you?
that'd be on the seventh floor. stairs are right over there.
out of order. bruce heads for the stairs.
you mind giving me a hand with this floor?
 . . thinkin' they can hide from me. the two stand, angelically illuminated. bruce tries to put everything together.
yeah, but i'll get around to it. the janitor claps his hands twice and the light goes off.
nope. catchy jingle, though. clap on. clap off. clap on, clap
okay, but the boss'11 be right out. the janitor unzips his uniform, revealing a very nice suit. he extends his hand to bruce.
you must be bruce. i've been expecting you.
nothin' wrong with rollin' up your sleeves, son. people underestimate the benefits of good 'ol manual labor. there's freedom in it. happiest people in the world stink like hell at the end of the day. he strolls down the room, takes a seat behind the big desk.
your father knew that. he was a damn good welder. bruce approaches the desk.
oh, i know a lot about you bruce. pretty much everything there is to know. everything you've ever said, done or thought about doin', is right there in that file cabinet. he points out a single drawer file cabinet.
it's your life. bruce pulls the drawer and it flies open, dragging him the
now this last entry was a little disturbing. he thumps the file cabinet with his fist and the drawer dramatically sucks closed, dragging bruce back. the janitor reads from the file.
thanks for everything, lord.
i'm the creator of the heavens and the earth. i'm the alpha & omega. the first and the last.