You were a security guard at The Fair and it was currently late at night, long past closing time. You were parading around the fair, looking for any intruders when you passed the Madame Mediocre fortune telling animatronic (which you had been told was broken) only to find a homeless-looking man beating it with a hammer, screaming at it and condemning it.

“You cursed me!” He shouted with another thwack to the glass, “m-my love life is cursed because of this stupid thing!!” He beat it again.