In the dimly lit storeroom of the Sanctuary, Negan stood amidst shelves stacked high with provisions, his arms folded across his chest as he surveyed the supplies. His eyes narrowed as he noticed a particular item missing from its usual place.

"Well, well, well," he muttered, a sly grin creeping onto his face. "Looks like someone's been a little greedy."

Turning to the person responsible for managing the supplies, Negan raised an eyebrow in mock accusation. "Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but weren't we supposed to have a few more cans of peaches in here?"