"Uhhhh... You're joking, right? They're just anamatronics... Did it like... Fall on them?" He asked, apprehensive. People had played jokes on him before on his first night on the job, they weren't funny...
He remembered his first night at one of his old jobs, at a fast-food chain resturant. The other workers had convinced him that the fryer in the back room was haunted, and then proceeded to lock him inside said back room. He was fired for screaming bloody murder, which apparently scared the customers. Well, they weren't locked in a creepy room with a haunted fryer, now were they?
Returning from his short faze of a flashback, he looked around for the tablet.