Jones is a mysterious gentleman. He’s wearing black clothes with a hoodie covering his face. All I could see was his intimidating eyes.

“So, I’ve been thinking. See that bar?” “Yeah” I replied. “There’s so much food there. Good food. You hungry?” “Yeah” I said. “We could eat it all, but it costs a pretty penny. Whaddya say we sneak over there and grab ourselves some?” I could eat a horse, but what if we get caught? It ain’t legal! It’s a big decision.

Well, I decided there are cheaper places. It ain’t worth it. I tipped my hat and said “Good day, Jones” and left the bar.