“That was anti-climatic.” Robbie starts to push aside what’s blocking the door, puts his back into it for about six seconds, and stops.

The staffers, who were beginning to creep out from their hiding places, hit the ground when Robbie blasts the furniture to the side.

It feels good, hitting something, since he’s expecting to find absolutely nothing to do on the other side of the door. “Get out of here to where exactly?”