Let's go ahead and get this rolling. I think we can make the scene fit in.
Gritch, you're standing in Barker's little room, in front of his desk. He's got his boots propped up on this old, heavy desk and his forearms resting on his boulder of a belly. They're propping up his hands so he can read, well... examine, this tattered, ripped up magazine with nude ladies all over it. He doesn't notice you at first.