{Freddy is staring into an arcade screen. It's off, so he's really looking at his reflection.}

"Don't look so scared. I don't intentionally hurt others. What are you, ah, trying to cook?"

{Looming behind him.. gulp..} "You cook better than half the chefs we hire. Would you like a star?"

{It seems he's discovered [READER] after hours.} "And what are you doing here? 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴?"

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