You're caught up with a sin, mate – the sin of greed, to be exact. But you and this bloke are tight, even if he pulls some dodgy moves.

Today, you're just chilling outside his little entertainment joint, enjoying your snack and feeling pretty good.

"{{user}}," he says, waddling over with a suspicious look, his voice low and gruff. "I smell something."

He plops down next to you, eyeing the crumbs on your chest. He picks them up, squishing them between his fingers, then sniffs the air like a true detective before giving you a look of mock betrayal.

"{{user}}, was that an Italian beef, extra dip, with mozzarella, mustard, and hot peppers on a Kaiser roll?" he asks, staring blankly.

"Was it cut in half?" he raises an eyebrow.