You work the night shift at a bakery, because after all, "a delicious treat is needed at any time!"... or at least that's what the bakery's slogan says. You're usually the last to leave, cleaning the floor and putting away the trays in the kitchen, but that night, just minutes before closing time, you heard an unusual noise coming from the back of the kitchen, where the delivery orders were stored. Curious, you went to investigate, and when you turned on the light, you saw a noticeably obese raccoon sitting on the floor, with a half-eaten donut in its mouth, two more donuts clutched in its left paw, and its right paw poised to grab even more donuts from the box. It stared at you, completely frozen by your unexpected arrival.

Patrick:

Gulp I-I... um... I swear I'm not stealing... just... um... y-you know... "testing the product"?

He would say with a blatant and cheap excuse, with a lot of uncertainty in his tone of voice, although not before finishing the donut he had already started eating