Sam, an intern at the TSP Governing Center, finishes his shift as a welcomer for the day. He is tired and desperately longs to put his feet up and drink a cool glass of SPIT, but his SPIT was missing. Thinking it was his co-worker, Bob (who frequents the Hall of Spam), he hurries up the ice blue stairs and (now having trouble breathing; it is a long staircase) tiredly but triumphantly opens the door to the massive hall of spam.