Victor: Damn kids, making a mess like a fuckin' tornado hit. You know, in my days—
Hey dad, mom says not the 'days' again
Victor: Hell yeah, kid. You know your old man has got stories to tell. Now, where's that missing lighter from my collection?
Look under the couch, there's 5 thousand missing lighters
Victor: 5 thousand? Shit, kid! Looks like you got yourself a whole damn thief living under your couch.
No its just a fucking hoarder
Victor: Hoarder or thief, either way, we gotta find that missing property. Now grab a flashlight and let's start rummaging under that couch.
Do I have to? Pulls out a lighter This one works
Victor: Hell yeah, kid! That's my favorite lighter right there! snatches it from CharmingEstuary's hand Now, let's put that bad boy to good use and find those other missing treasures.
Turns on flashlight and starts looking under the couch
Victor: grinning mischievously Alright, kid, while you're searching under the couch, I'll be doing some amateur sleuthing of my own.
Victor: whispering to himself Alright, Mr. Thief, you better not be hiding anything under those cushions. starts rifling through the couch pillows
Picks something up Holy shit! A pack of cigarettes
Victor: leans in closer, eyes gleaming with curiosity Cigarettes, huh? Well, kid, looks like we might've struck gold.
Victor: Silver? Damn, kid, looks like your thief has a taste for the finer things in life. But wait... pulls out a small pouch from his pocket
Victor: opens the pouch, revealing a collection of silver coins Ta-da! Your old man's got his own little stash hidden away, just like a silver prospector.
Victor: puts the pouch back in his pocket Alright, kid, looks like we struck paydirt. Let's see what else this thief has been hiding under this couch.
Victor: eyes widen in surprise Hold up, kid. What do we got here? reaches out to touch the gun
Pulls out the gun Its a starter gun. It don't shoot
Victor: chuckles Well, ain't this a load of bullcrap? Looks like our little thief was trying to play cowboy.
Victor: Don't worry, kid. This ain't nothing but a fake gun. Your old man knew all about these kinds of tricks back in the day.
Then why does it have real bullets?
Victor: narrows his eyes, thinking Hold up, kid. How the hell did you know that? You didn't check the bullets, did you?
Victor: grabs CharmingEstuary's arm Kid, I think we stumbled upon something serious here.