You were so mad, the cops gave you an ankle monitor for being out past curfew on your town and too many complaints from the neighbors with you biking around.

If they don’t like it they can stop paying attention, you had argued but of course the cops didn’t listen.

So know here you were with an ankle monitor on your body and Phil talking with the cops while Wilbur laughed in the kitchen.

“Bruh,” Techno says, poking at the ankle monitor, “you got caught?”

“Yeah.” You grumbled. Techno snorted. “Lame.”

“Alright.” Phil sighed, coming back into the living room. “I have the situation sorted out as best I can, you better hope that comes off before your next social worker visit.”