[ WP ] You are constantly getting knocked out from behind or shot with sleep darts at your job , after which the surrounding area is destroyed by epic superhero battles . Today is your performance review . You are the Night Watchman .

“ *Alright Mark, we need to have a chat, * ” the chubby bald man hissed as Mark slowly closed the office door behind himself. “ *You know what this is about, right? * ” he continued on before wiping off beads of sweat from his forehead with a rank looking handkerchief. 
 
 “ *Uhh…* ” Mark paused for a moment, a droll toneless wheeze oozing out of his mouth. 
 
 “ *Don ’ t uhh me! * ” the fat man barked before floundering on, “ *You know DAMN well why you are here. This is the third time this place has been TRASHED on your watch. What the hell have you been doing? We ’ ve had to pay THOUSANDS of dollars to get all of this fixed! * ” 
 
 “ *Uhh…* ” Mark grumbled trying to find the right words, “ *I… don ’ t remember? * ” 
 
 “ *WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU DON ’ T REMEMBER? * ” the porky man shouted as he slammed his hands against the cheap wooden desk, pens and papers flying in every direction. 
 
 “ *Well… like last time, I was making my rounds, * ” Mark fluttered as he briefly paused to hiccup. He continued on, “ *and next thing I know I ’ m waking up on the floor under the fountain, or locked in a dumpster, or…* ” but was suddenly interrupted by a mild rumbling noise that was slowly growing in intensity. A loud, violent blasting noise seeped through the walls into the cheaply made office, both the pork chop manager and Mark quickly jumping out of their seats before an intense rumbling surged through the Earth. 
 
 The fat man quickly fumbled under his desk as Mark slowly backed into a corner and slouched down into the fetal position. A barrage of loud booms echoed through the room before part of the roof and outer walls began to slowly collapse. As cinder block by cinder block fell the light to the outside world revealed the cause of the destruction. There was a giant mechanical robot being piloted towards the mall, machine guns blazing while rockets hummed through the sky. Hovering around it were three individuals in tights, each attempting to thwart their foe. 
 
 Another rocket hissed through the air and smashed into part of the building, the intense rumbling causing the portly manager to slightly squeal with fear. Mark fumbled towards the desk, attempting to peer under the small opening along the back to check on the frumpy man. He began to carefully shout to him, “ *Sir? Sir? Are you ok sir? * ” 
 
 A moment passes by, the intense battle still violently raging on outside, before half of the managers face appears from under the desk. “ *Sir, are you alright? * ” Mark shouted at him, a shaking worried tone in his voice. 
 
 “ *You…* ” he said, pausing as he attempted to catch his breath before snapping on with, “ *You ’ re… fired. * ”
