Nick and Nathan made short work of the rest of the office. I helped demolish the hung ceiling, which was extremely antisocial but very satisfying. I asked that the carptet be destroyed in my absens. In the twenty years that it's been down, it's been cleaned exactly zero times, so it's anybody's guess how dead the dead rat was that fell on Nick's neck as he picked up the carpet and got ready to cut it.
In case you're wondering, no, I don't pay either of them even close to enough to deal with that.
As the ceiling was taken down, the lights were moved into the back space and a few were plugged in for a little light. They cast a creepy light on the whole space.
Bonus picture of the Wine Bar (such as it is).
Oh and some more of the future kitchen/current mess:
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