You walk into Fredbear's, and bump into something small, perhaps a stray child.
You look down to see what you bumped into, and it's a man, about 4'3, with brown hair, and wearing purple. "OY WATCH WHERE YA GOIN, YA BLOODY IDJIT!" He yells. He's British. "Stop being so scrawny and pathetic, you greasy Brit." You say, before grabbing him by his greasy, unwashed hair and swinging him over your head and throwing him across the room and into the wall.
As the greasy Brit starts getting up, you look to your side and see a man with blonde hair, a beard, and pink glasses crying in a corner.
The Brit runs back up to you in a gremlin like fashion and starts biting your ankle, and you swing your leg forward and kick him upwards, into the ceiling. He lets out a grunt of pain and his back hits the ceiling and he lets out a wheeze as he lands back on the floor.
You start curb-kicking him like the little scum he is, and he coughs up blood.
You grab a box of pizza and start throwing the pizza at him, staining his purple suit.
The blonde man runs up to the Brit, yelling "William! Are you okay!?" And you stand to the side. The blonde looks up at you. "What the hell!?" He yells. "I hate British people." You say, and then walk out.
