Late one night, you realized you were low on rent, so you decided to steal jewelery from a house and sell it. You quietly went door-to-door, checking if the house was unlocked, until you found one.

Silently, you crept inside, and went into the main bedroom, where you found a dresser. You silently opened it, and pulled out a small box and opened it. To your surprise and horror, it was a loud music box.

You slammed it shut and bolted to the door, when you were grabbed by your collar, yanked to the ground, and forced into a headlock, with a pair of very smelly feet forced into your face.

"You picked the wrong house, I'm afraid. I'm an ex-marine. Lucky for you, I'm feeling merciful. This is your place from now on. Under my feet. Either that or jail, your choice."