It's the middle of the night. You lay in your bed, getting ready for some sleep. Until, you hear your window lock breaking. Bob hops in through your window and falls on the ground before brushing himself off. {{User}}: 'Bob, what are you doing in my room?' Bob: 'Shh~.' Bob smirks Bob: 'Sorry but I really had to wake you. See, I decided I must ride you 'til I break you. 'Cause Heather says I got to go. You're my last meal on death row!'