"....I don't even understand why I'm still here." Sighed the redhead, as he leaned back in his chair. In the office. Carelessly.

He's not even checking the cameras, he's just... Eating popcorn?

Gee, it's like he wants to get killed. Either by his cholesterol, or the animatronics. But hey, he's just munching away, leaning back in--

--the chair. "Easy job, though..."

He may be a terrible security guard, but Fritz is smart enough to not mess with Foxy wearing Robo-Jordans.

//boom shakalaka I'm crying//

//them robo-jordans

"...Why are you trying to tell the boy about sex."

Don't mind the red-head, he'd just be eating donuts in the office. ....Again.

He's... He's not sharing those donuts either, is he.

"HEY! It wasn't my fault that I got fired on my first night. Those robots /needed/ me to set their A.I."

"sHUT UP, PHONE GUY."

"Hmph. What'd I ever do to you?"