You ponder for a few moments exactly how you are going to get in the office before attempting the obvious. You climb out of the window, scale across the side of the building and shimmy into Schminda's surprisingly wide open window.

 To your shock, there are four very naked women dancing on the desk. Woo hoo! It looks like you've hit pay day. You're going to fail your final, your friends in Maywood might die, but hey! There are four naked women dressed like Santa Claus at your disposal, and at that moment, that was all that seemed to matter.