Meandering over to the front desk, the bedraggled thief leans against it. Asking in the least interested voice he could muster, "hi. My access was denied. Told me to ask the front desk for a new one. So. Can I have it?"
The front desk administrator looked like the human version of Roz from Monster's Inc. She peered over at the thief over her glasses, shuffled her papers, and shook her head. "We have zero available access cards at this moment."
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