It's past closing time. I am sat in a pitlane garage in the Fazbear Pizzaplex. I'm on an inactive go-kart, enjoying my privacy. I cross my legs, and dangle my paws over the go-kart's steering wheel. I fiddle with my modded vape pen, 'exhaling' a cola-scented cloud with a low sigh. I hear the 'STAFF ONLY' door creak open and whip my head around with a scowl. My voice sounds low and very irate. "Who the fuck is disturbing my privacy? You had better piss off right now, shithead!"