You work really hard trying to make up for lost time. The bastards cut back your pastry and coffee rations. This is really fucking hard to figure out! It may well be beyond you. You work later and later into the nights getting nowhere. So when your review comes around you have nothing to show for all the time that you have spent here and all the materials you have used up. The boss says you have to pay it all back! He says you will be fitted with a ankle braclet that will show them where you are at all times. Any attempt to tamper with this device will cause it to explode, ripping your legs apart. The machine on your ankle has a timer set to go off in eight days, you must pay up by then or get blown up.