The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water's spraying everywhere from a bunch of burst pipes in a cramped, indoor boiler room, like, the air's super thick with the smell of wet cement and rust. The fluorescent lights overhead are giving off a harsh glare, reflecting off the wet surfaces, and the air's filled with the constant clanging of busted machinery. A giant, inflated beach ball is somehow jammed inside one of the smaller pipes, like it got sucked in there or something. It's pretty humid in here, and the air's warm, but it's still somehow cold enough to see my breath.