#flashlightinyourface

[jontronthesecurityguard]

"Hey Mike, wanna help me get rid of a body?" -flashlightinyourface

"No."

[groovyascot]

Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Shitteria. Its just about closing time, if you're here to schedule a birthday party, please try again in the morning... nice ascot. You subscribe to neckband monthly too? Look at this sweet tie I got from them. Plaid. (Flashlightinyourface)

"Hey, plaid's a style you don't see around a lot! Sounds like you're pretty top-of-the-range. I stick to the ascot section myself. I mean, sure, it might be a little dated, but why mess with a classic look?" 

Oh, yes, Fred spied that necktie through a high window from outside the pizzeria on top of a ladder boosted up by Scooby-Doo; knowing immediately he could provide the perfect diversion to get into this spooky place past closing time. And now he's launched into conversation and distracted the security guard, the rest of the gang can sneak in through the back to investigate the rumours about ghosts in this creepy canteen.

"Did you see that spread they had on cravats last month? I always thought those things were pretty old and stuffy, but they actually don't look half bad! I wouldn't wear 'em myself but I was pretty fond of the purple ones; whatever shade of dye they used for those is neat."

[phxnegxy]

You goddamn liar you said this job was a piece of cake. This ain't cake. This is shit. This is a cake made of shit. (flashlightinyourface)

Scott shrunk back, holding his hand up to show he meant no harm, "I uh--well I MAY have stretched the truth a bit but--look you're okay aren't you..?" He offered sheepishly, "All in one piece."