"It's a Wednesday night. We're halfway done." Tim said as he sat down in the security guard's chair.

The phone began to ring again and just as the two had expected, it was the Phone Guy wanting to talk to them about the restaurant again.

"{Hello? Hello? Hey you're doing great! Uh...Most people don't last this long. I mean, ya know, they usually move on to other things by now. I'm not implying that they die. That's not what I meant at all. Anyway I better not take up too much of your time. Things start getting real tonight.}"

"Uhh...Tim...What does he mean by 'real'?"

Tim shook his head. "I...don't know..."

"{Uh...Hey, listen, I had an idea: if you happen to get caught and want to avoid getting stuffed into a Freddy Fazbear suit, try to play dead. You know, go limp. Then there's a chance...Uh...That maybe they'll think that you're an empty costume instead. Then again, if they think you're an empty costume, they might try to...Stuff a metal skeleton into you. I wonder how that would work... Yeah, never mind, scratch that. It's best just not to get caught.}"

"Yeah...I don't think playing dead would be the best choice in action..." Tim said to himself.

"{Uh, ok, I'll leave you to it. See you on the flip side.}"

"How does he expect us to play dead? We aren't possums." Ashton said.

"True." Tim replied.

"Oh well. Lets just stick to the plan Ashton." Tim said.

"Right." Ashton replied.