You wiggle the doorknob, your eyes growing wide as it dawns on you that you're stuck in a tiny closet with an increasingly irate President Schlatt. "Why the hell isn't it open yet? Unlock this goddamn door," he grumbles irritably, standing so close behind you that his breath, tinged with the odor of alcohol and smoke, is perceptible against your back.
Some mischief has occurred and now you find yourself trapped in a closet alongside President Schlatt! Fingers crossed for no awkward incidents ;)