Rotti Largo sat in his office, staring at a huge pile of paper work. The pile looked as if it was over ten feet tall, and after several hours of staring blankly into the boring documents, Rotti felt like he would die of boredom. He balanced a pen on his upper lip and thumbed through endless pages of payment contracts and scientific reports on new, efficient ways of creating new toe nails. The more he read, the less the writing seemed to make sense to him. The grey walls of his office were closing in on him. He felt his throat turn dry and his forehead beginning to sweat. Was the room spinning? Rotti felt like the room was spinning. He had to get out of there. Oh but the paper work!

"Screw the paper work!" He slammed the documents he was holding onto an empty spot on his desk and pressed the intercom button in a dramatic fashion.

"Yes, Mr. Largo?" a feminine voice from the little electronic box asked.

"Get King in here to read over these documents." Rotti said, rubbing his temples.

"He was fired for canoodling with the genterns."

"Oh, yes. That's right. What about Miss Dunham?"

"Fired for stealing paper clips."

"Mer-"

"Fired."

"Qui-"

"Fired."

"Well who didn't we fire?!" Rotti spat.

"Easter still has a job with us."

"Bring her in pl-"

"She has the day off, sir."

"Then never mind."

"Anything else, Mr. Largo?"

"No."

Rotti leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. How did life get so boring? He remembered when he first started Geneco. The excitement of a new business and a new life, the smell of fresh organs in the morning, oh how Rotti loved it all. Then a little spark lit up in Rottisimo's beady little eyes. He remembered something else that he loved so much more.

Camping.

He loved camping when he was little. He remembered when his father would take him out on the weekends and they'd sleep under the stars and become one with nature. Those were some of the greatest memories in his life. Possibly second to that one time he won a dance contest at his school prom. But boy, camping sure was swell. Rotti had always hoped to share the joy of family bonding in the middle of nowhere with his three children, but in a post-apocalyptic world it's hard to go camping. He slumped into his chair and looked at an old photo of his offspring.

A very little Amber was wearing a princess tiara and still had her old nose. She looked like a completely different person, but then again, she looked like a different person almost every other day. Pavi's face was hidden behind a mirror he was holding it up. Oh that boy always did love his reflection. And finally his eldest child, Luigi was strangling a cat in the background.

What happy times they were. A single tear ran down Rotti's wrinkled cheek. He flicked it away while wishing for a chance to become close to his children again.

"No." Rotti shouted and he stood up quickly, his rolling chair rolled and crashed into the wall behind him. "I'm not going to let a post apocalyptic world stop me from sharing Mama Nature with my babies!"

He grabbed his coat and rushed out the office door. His secretary was sitting at her desk, flirting with a delivery boy. Rotti pushed the young man aside.

"Esther, if anyone calls, tell them I'm out for the weekend. Also tell my driver to come to the entrance, Papa is going home!"

He gave the delivery boy another push just for funsies as Esther paged the driver. Rotti's driver arrived at the door in a matter of seconds and he was whisked away into his limo and off to his fancy LA mansion.