Let’s Get This Party Started (Part 2)

Cut to a slow pan of the MGM casino floor. The lights, the noises, the people. Blackjack. Roulette. Poker. Slot machines going off every few seconds. All the patrons and employees move in slow motion as some dramatic music plays over the images.

Old man: (v/o) I’ve been on the job for thirty years. Got hired the day after I got back from Nam’.

We see an elderly janitor rolling a mop bucket across that same casino floor. He also moves in slow motion, a look of determination on his face. His gray jumpsuit is worn – it has seen some miles in its day. This is a man who takes his job seriously.

Janitor: (v/o) I’ve seen things inside this casino that makes Hamburger Hill look like a day at the beach. That’s why the casino brass keep me around, because I can take it.

Still in slow motion, the janitor is walking through the narrow halls of the hotel now. He walks with the swagger of a pro.

Janitor: (v/o) No mess has ever defeated me. No clutter can intimidate me. 

He continues to walk. He stops in front of a door. Room 823. The resolve in his countenance has never been stronger.

Janitor: (v/o) But I’m told a pair of wrestlers stayed in this room last night. Told they have a reputation for big time shenanigans. Real rock star party types. But I can handle it. I always have. 

He slowly opens the door. His eyes go wide. His face turns pale. A look of pure shock.

Janitor: (v/o) THIS…  this… My God… I have never seen a room like this… the absolute… horror……

The janitor’s eyes roll back into his head and he falls backwards as the opening chords of Alestorm’s “Drink” kick in. Before we can see the state of the room…

Black screen with white letters:

“THE SATURDAY NIGHT SPECIALS ARE COMING TO PRIME.
LET’S GET THIS PARTY STARTED.”