Like a classic school principal who everybody loves to hate and finally gets his comeuppance at some cafeteria food fight. Look at the top of that suit coat, lapels, and the entire tie just coated with dessert. I love how you hug the cake and pie closer to yourself as you fall to further spread that onto your suit, shirt, and tie. All in a day's job of a high school principal.
The futile attempts of a manager making lame excuses for a poor job done. Been there, done that. Even the rubbing of salt into the wounds by having an unhappy client rub that slop further in across my bespoke English suits.
God, this is a dream come true. I'd love to sit there, suited and booted to the nines, but definitely overdressed for a casual occasion, taking pie after pie after pie after pie, taking them like every suited man should.