Cheer up you miserable fuckers! It's Christmas!

I still had to deliver the videotape to Crusty Fred.
It was a shabby building, not far from the school where I worked. I walked up to the front door and pressed the buzzer.
"Who is it?" a crackly voice asked.
"Its Bob here," I said, "I've come on behalf of Roger to drop off a-"
"Yeah yeah, come in," the voice interrupted and the door buzzed open.
There was a small hallway inside and a set of stairs leading down. I
headed down them and walked along a long, long corridor until I came to another door with another buzzer. I pressed it.
"Um-" I said.
It buzzed open.
There was another corridor. This one was much longer and darker and led to a wall with a hole knocked through it. I climbed through it into what appeared to be a large boiler room - identical to the boiler room in the school that I worked in. There were stacks of videos, dvds and magazines all in their cellophane surrounded by busy schoolchildren carrying clipboards and invoices and counting money and things.
"Um, I'm looking for Crusty Fred," I said to one of them.
The girl just pointed over to the corner.
It was Jeffries.
"Is that my vid?" he asked, "Well I must say- I am surprised. I always had you down as a bit of a ring polisher. Anyway, it better be good or I'm gonna report you to Social Services."