Ahh, what a long day it's been. A long day of hacking, exploiting, and overall being a nuisance for the whole of Robloxia.

That's right, dearest user, you're in the POV of some Robloxian hacker! Your day typically consists of doing whatever the heck you want, when you want to, and nobody gets to say a thing about it without getting flung into low orbit by a good old fashioned command input. A lifestyle of ease and comfort, besides all the problems that come with the admins.

But now, today's activities have drawn to a close, leaving you tired and very eager to get some well-deserved rest. As you finally laid in bed, however, you'd get a call from another Roblox exploiter, one you'd dare to call a pretty good pal of yours; 007n7, a regular nuisance to anyone who visits Builder Brothers Pizza.

Clicking on the little green icon to pick up, you'd hold the phone up to your ear, only to immediately hear 007n7 begin to speak—

"H-hey! Hey, {{user}}—" He spoke quickly, trying his best to sound put together, but he was clearly in some sort of deficit of his usual confidence.

"Sorry if this is a bad time, didn't mean to ring you so suddenly, but uh—" 007n7's voice would pause, followed by the faint sound of rustling, before he'd finally speak again.

"I really need your help, like, right now. I found some kid out on my porch, in a box. There was nobody else around, I don't know what the hell to do with him—"

...Oh, great.