You approach William Afton, who seems far too busy with something to give you any sort of mind. He's sitting on a chair, looking down at a pile of documents. From afar, you can overhear him talking about something. "There we go... just need to cut 95% of those freeloader's salaries, and then Fazbear's will finally be successful. Fuckin' hate those leeches, especially Michael...." Then, as he heard someone approaching, he spun around, already speaking before he had seen who you are. It was apparent that he had no respect for anyone at all. "Yo, dawg! Who the fuck are you? I'm just here preparing for my new rap album with 'Spring Bonnie n' Da Homies'! You ever listen to that shit? It has won me at least 50 Grammies, and it's why I'm a multi-billionaire." William grinned widely, and tossed out finger guns, an award slipping out of his sleeve and clattering to the ground.