Robert Goulet was stealthing through the hallways.
Not that you'd notice him. It was three o'clock, everyone was sleepy and weak from low blood sugar.
Time to mess with people's stuff. So long as his nemesis didn't appear, they'd be helpless to stop him!
He tipped over a bin, scattered the contents, and danced away down the hall.
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