Jonah: What do we think happened here?
Amy: Overdose?
Jonah: Ah, Bob didn't even drink. His wife's been flirting with that tennis pro over in Fitness with the big arms and no head. I'd start there.
Amy: I swear, it's like every time we solve one problem, another one pops up. I feel like I'm playing Whac-A-Mole. That can't still be a game, can it? With the hitting animals? Never mind.
Jonah: We're just too understaffed.
Amy: Yeah. No, I-I know. I keep telling corporate, but they just don't believe me.
Jonah: Yeah, because every time they cut hours, we push ourselves even harder to make it work, which they think just proves we never needed the hours to begin with, and so they just keep cutting and cutting until something like this happens.
Amy: Poor guy.
Jonah: He had kids.
Amy: He had kids?
Jonah: Yeah. They've been playing soccer over in Toys and Games for the last three months.