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The clock strikes midnight, and the lone worker, exhausted and desperate, can't hold it in any longer. He retreats to the restroom, unbuttons, and releases a torrent of urine. The force is invigorating, the sound echoing in the silent office. He watches, entranced, as the puddle grows, the scent of his release filling the room. This is his parting gift, his final mark on this place.