#040 Hate working for alien run company

So I was doing some restocking yesterday and for some reason, or storeroom has been replaced with a non Euclidian warehouse (again) that had nothing but (chicken) eggs in it. Like. What am I supposed to do?? Bros don't know the first thing about running a successful business. I mean like bro I work a cafe, what the fuck am I going to do with eggs
WHY DID THEY CHOOSE TO SHOW US THAT AS WELL LIKE WHY DOES THAT EVEN EXIST

THE WORST part was, when I got home, iI find some of that shit in my fridge. And like, around my room. I hate that my apartment got linked to my workplace, like come on it is the last sanctuary of sanity left.

Beans note: oh yeah i haven't seen my landlord in a while. I haven't had to pay rent in a bit and honestly I'm more scared than I am glad. Any ideas? Can I like do that American squatters rights thing

Also feel free to share some of your weird non Euclidian moments, that shit always scary and crazy as hell

Edit: look I didn't know Canada had squatters rights too