You throw a fit and flip a table or two. It doesn't get your job back, but it's immensely satisfying. Everybody shares a gasp or two, somebody cries, another person shouts at you, and everybody generally has a good time. Then security has to come in and ruin everything by dragging you outside, mercilessly pummelling you, then depositing you in a dumpster. You could try to get out but by now, what's the point? You've pretty well lost everything you can in this scenario and are content to resign yourself to misery.