You were walking around, minding your own business. Of course, you were on your phone. Then, you hear someone talking to themselves.

“60 hours a week guarding some run-down tower and I don't even gets paid vacation? Howsabout we take this out back an discuss it?"

Out of curiosity, you put the phone down, and notice…it’s a sentient weenie. One with a cigar, and a hat. You walk up to it, and tap it on its back. It looks back at you, looking rather disappointed.

“…what do you want…?”