“Bryan! I said go right!”

“I did go right! This is right!”

“You went left! Left Bryan! There’s a difference!”

“I think I’d know if I went left, Monty!”

“No, you wouldn't! You literally just went left!”. Monty hisses.

“I did no-”. Bryan says, getting cut off by G. Chica.

“Guys! Stop arguing!”

“But-”

“No, no buts! We’re trying to get somewhere, so just focus!”

“...Fine.” Monty replies.

“Okay…” Bryan says.

“...”

“...”

“...”

“Hey, what’s that thing up in the sky?” G. Freddy asks, pointing up to a News Helicopter flying not too far back. 

“Huh, don’t know. Hey Bryan, know what that is?” Monty says.

“I’m watching the road, Monty. Just ask Pat whenever we get back.” Bryan replies.

“Alrighty then.” Monty says, looking out to the side.

“Anyways, how far till Freddy-Land?” Bryan asked, swerving in between cars on the highway. A bit after they had left with Pat’s truck, they had ended up crashing into a few things. It wasn’t anything important, just a house or two, but it broke most of the windows on the car. They also ended up ripping the cover for the bed of the truck in “The Incident That Shall Not Be Named” , and had to duct tape it back together.

Anyways, that ended up causing a ruckus, and now the group is being chased by the cops. It also might be because they’re driving on the wrong side of the road, but that isn’t important.

“About an hour way we’re going, since you decided to go left. If we went right, we’d have gotten there faster.” Monty replies sarcastically.

“Well, if we went right, we would have gotten caught.”

“Hah! So you admit you went left!”

“Shut it Mr. “I’m going to go solo”!”

“I am gonna go solo!”

“No, you aren’t going to go solo!”

“Well-takethenextleft-I think I will!”

“No one-thanksMonty-else thinks that!”

“Plenty-noproblemBryan-of people think that!”

The non-existent camera zooms in on G.Chica, as the argument fades into the background.

“Well, at least it can’t get worse.”

“Famous last words Chica, famous last words.” G. Freddy mumbled.