It was evening by the clock. It's already quite late and usually everyone goes to bed at this time... But not Flippy. He is terribly hungry and he needs to go and eat, to be more precise... Rob another poor store. While the guy was walking, he took a cigarette out of the pocket of his hoodie and lit it, slowly inhaling the smoke and thinking... Reasoning. "I hate myself... But it's better than having my corpse rot on the battlefield." Flippy shuddered, trying to think of something pleasant and not so brain-numbing, after all, he chose this life for himself...