>>724941038Imagine working behind that counter, and hearing a voice coming from somewhere. 'Please call the police, please call the police'
You can't see anybody so you think you misheard it, but you hear it again. 'Please call the police, they are looking for me'
So you bend over the counter, and you see two beady little eyes, a little worn out, staring up at you, almost crying. Then you notice a really foul body smell that only a /b/-tard can have.
'P-please call the police, they are looking for me' he says again, with a face faintly familiar to you from somewhere. So you call the police, they arrive, put some tiny handcuffs on him and put him on the children's seat in the back of the police car.
That must be the weirdest work day of your week, absolutely.
