Please Leave Me Alone 1.0.7

Once filled with youth and intelligence, overflowing with passion and ambition, one finds oneself crushed, ground down, melted, and molded into a cog-shaped entity in the dehumanizing mechanism known as first-world finance capital.

With pleasures now reduced to a minimum:

• Most days offer a mere fifteen-minute window to consume fast-casual cuisine from establishments within a two-block radius of your office. Options typically include abstracted and essentialized "Mexican" or "Japanese" fare or sandwiches adorned with sprouts for inexplicable reasons.
• You are permitted to expel solid ("Poopee") or liquid ("Peepee") byproducts, contingent upon deal flow.
• Scant hours of unconsciousness—ranging from 3 to 5 per night—are granted, contingent upon deal flow.

Now, envision this dire predicament:

Just after partaking in your allotted portion of abstracted sustenance, an urgent need to release Poopee strikes. As you gingerly attempt to rise from your desk, the landline phone securely affixed to it begins its shrill cry. It’s your superior requiring immediate attention and detailed notes.

What course of action will you take?

1. Admit the pressing need to evacuate, end the call abruptly, risking the stability provided by your employment?
2. Listen dutifully while involuntarily releasing Poopee into your attire?
3. Navigate an intermediary approach: gather essential details to fulfill your duties adequately and reach the lavatory before any embarrassment occurs?

A blend of visual novel elements and WarioWare-inspired mini-games, "Please Leave Me Alone, I Need to Poop" encapsulates this contemporary dilemma. What decision will you make? Will you emerge triumphant?