|Date||April the 24th, 1957|
Transcript: Damn hooligans. They've been sneaking into the repair bay at night, riding around on the hydraulic lifts. It's some kind of "make-out" spot. I can't exactly blame them. God knows how boring it must be to grow up in Rapture. But their hormones are costing us money and this isn't an amusement park. I've locked the control room. The code is 7-9-5-1.
Location: Inside a sink in the locker room in the Service Bay.