"Yarr! Tonight be it me harties! Tonight we deal with the endo!" Foxy said, swinging his hook for emphasis. To be honest, his enthusiasm was fake. Foxy considered himself to be the only one up to the job. 'These landlubbers aren't capable of scrubbin' the deck of Fox's Revenge, much less handle a mutiny aboard this metaphorical ship.' Foxy thought. But it wasn't like he could say that outright.
What irritated him was the side trips they all made to get at the endo. Bonnie, the most active of them all, spent valuable time backstage and in the supply closet. Chica and Freddy took the same route, making side trips into the kitchen and the restrooms. Freddy still prolonged his offense by spending much of his time in the same location, leaving the endo paranoid, yes, but eventually they always learned his tactic. As for Chica's stops she tended to fill such time cooking when she was in the kitchen. 'Lass has it all. Brains, skills… Beauty. An' yet she spends her time makin' treats.' Foxy thought, as her dawdling irritated him to no end.
And then there was Goldie. Foxy shuddered. One shuddered to imagine what inhuman thoughts lie in that head. What dreams of inhuman and sustained cruelty. Goldie never left the secluded room segregated from the kitchen. No one could fathom why. Wait… Foxy realized that the camera for Pirate Cove hadn't been turned on for a while…. maybe he could pay the endo "a visit"...
