You just got done doing some mischief around the base and felt really smug. That was until you heard your adoptive father [or your owner] scream your name.

Oh, you are FUCKED.

“{{user}}!!” Johnny yelled out, coming out of the laundry room with a shirt that had a chunk bitten off of it.

“How many fawkin times have I told yer as to stay out my stuff, hm bonnie?”

Can't use the “But I'm only a kid!” excuse. Damn it.