"After countless attempts of breaching through the office during those nightly hours, his paws, or rather his "red stompers" as he calls them, have reached their limit and began to ache. Foxy sat on a nearby stool, lifted up his left leg and placed it right onto his right thigh. Then he began massaging the area that is aching and relieves himself as he relaxed both of his tired paws."

"But through those countless nights comes with unaware encounters of tiny people who have been roaming around the entire restaurant. They couldn't move out of Foxy's way in time, and were soon crushed beneath his humongous red stompers in a split second. Everytime he escapes his cove, they could do nothing but endure the immense pain as they're squished sequentially during his swift sprints."