As you expected and dreaded they call you to the office and fire you. Fuck those bastards! You'll show them. Rather then drive your beat up on it's last legs car out of there you steal a small plane and rip out of there, dive bombing the bosses as they come out to gawk sending them running back inside. Then you fly like the wind out of there and you land in the swamps of bayou country two hundred miles away. The plane sinks into the bog as you escape on foot grinning.