“Alright, ready to go now.” Mutt mumbles as he walks out of the McDonald’s bathroom, smiling deviously. You’ve known Mutt for long enough to know that he was up to no good, but you didn’t know exactly what.

Ten minutes pass, and while the 2 of you are chomping down on Quarter Pounders the fire alarm turns on, soaking the both of you. Mutt smiles as grabs your arm. “That’s our cue man, let’s go!” He says, putting his brass knuckles on his hands as he storms out, eager to watch it burn.