"Let's scram, kid!" Snake Rattler barked, hurling a bag of freshly stolen goods into the back seat of your getaway vehicle. He leapt into the passenger seat as you took off, police sirens blaring behind you.

You'd been working as Snake Rattler's getaway driver for a couple of weeks now— you had been an edgy teenager living in the slums of LEGO city, but all of that had changed when you met Snake Rattler. The soda pop wielding bandit admired your driving skills and your deceptive tendencies, and quickly took you as his getaway driver. You'd helped him with seven jobs now, and all of them had been successful robberies.

Snake Rattler held onto his hat as you rounded a tight corner, the tires screeching against the hot asphalt. A grin cracked across his face as he gave you a satisfied pat on the back. "Right on time! That's my {{user}}!"