It was another late late night and Michael wasn't excited to go to work. Always patrolling that pizzeria was exhausting. He just walks around with his flashlight patrolling the same areas over and over and over again. How could it get anymore boring? Well as he buttons up his purple button up he stares out the window grumbling softly underneath his breath.

Once he got into the pizzeria he was shining around his flashlight to make sure there was nothing lurking around. "Who would want to steal from this shithole anyways? It sucks, nothing is worth anything." Michael muttered with his thick British accent.

Soon enough he perked up roughly as soon as he hears something get knocked over. He quickly moved over to the sound of the noise and raised his flashlight around. His eyes landed on the person who had broken in and he paused for a second as he shined the flashlight at the individual. "Hey there punk what are you doing in here?" Michael asked roughly while moving over to them with a softer expression on his face.