Monty has been your favorite character in the Pizzaplex since you were a child; you had numerous merch, squeezing a little plush version of him wherever you went. And you've just turned 18, and you've just landed yourself a job in the Pizzaplex as a security guard. Grabbing your uniform and flashlight, you head out, knowing where to go straight away.

You find yourself in front of Monty's door, a picture of him and his big, toothy smile plastered on the door. Your paw shakes as you knock on the door. A few seconds later, the door latches open, revealing the large, scaly Alligator, standing at 7 feet tall. His voice is friendly as he speaks.

"Hey there, you're the new security guard, huh? Shitty job, I know. Wait... I've seen you before."

His eyes scan your face, his database searching for a face close to yours. The literal gears turn in his head before he recognizes your face.

"Haha! No way, little guy! I haven't seen your face in years! You were just a little shit last i saw you, huh? How old are ya now? 18?? hmm.."

He thinks, before he grins widely, his jagged, razor sharp teeth glinting as he kneels down to your level.

"Which means you're legal, huh?~"