"Red. We've arrived. I repeat. We've arrived."

The voice came from a little black walkie-talkie sitting sideways on a rickety table. After a moment, a beep came from the device. "Red. Answer this. We've arrived."

A red fox was sitting nearby, his eyes shut, and his head draped over the back of a black desk chair. When the walkie-talkie spoke again his eyes shot open, and he jumped a little bit in his chair. He quickly reached over and turned the talkie down, then held it to his mouth. "Yeah, this is Red," he said after a yawn.

There was a pause. "Where should I put the shipment?"

The fox gestured wildly in the air. "I dunno, in the door of the loading thingy or something. Just leave it in the bag. And don't forget to lock the door."

There was a rustle of something. "When will I get my money?"

"I told you. I'll have it for you soon."

The animal on the other end went quiet, and then a slow growl shook the device. "That ain't gonna cut it, Fox. I need my cash. Or no dice."

"Tomorrow. I'll have it for you tomorrow, all right?"

The voice growled. "We had a deal."

"And I lied, all right? I promise. I'll make it up to you. She'll kill me if I don't get it."

"I need twenty percent the amount then. But it has to be tomorrow."

"But we agreed ten."

"Ten today. Twenty percent per day. Twelve tomorrow. Then twenty percent of that."

"That's a lot."

"You want more, Fox?"

The fox sighed and rubbed the bridge of his snout with a finger and thumb. "I can't believe I'm doing this." He pressed the button on the talkie and held it to his mouth. "Fine. I'll have twelve for you tomorrow."

"And like we said. Cash. No bank crap."

"Right. Twelve grand. Cash. Whatever. Just leave the bag." The fox set down the walkie-talkie and groaned, then stretched his arms above his head. He blinked a couple of times and then squeezed them tight, holding a paw to his snout and rubbing it a few times. He was still shirtless but had donned a black pair of shorts. With his eyes still closed, he fingered for something on the counter, knocking a half bottle of vodka onto his pants. He wasn't hesitant to swear, freely cussing out everything that had led to the little incident. This led to throwing the now empty bottle across the room, making it break into a few hefty pieces against the concrete wall. Finally, he gathered up the decency to strip down and pull on a new pair of shorts, along with a grimy white shirt that hung on the door handle of the locked office. After that, he grabbed his wet shorts and tossed them against the wall, and they landed on top of the broken bottle shards.

He grabbed his phone from the table, pressing the power button, but it wouldn't turn on. "Stupid piece of crap," he said, throwing that too. "Stupid everything." He fell into the chair he had been sitting on, only to recoil, realizing the vodka he had spilled had also leaked on the chair. He was about to flip the chair when he bent over, gagged, and vomited. "Ugh." He grabbed a half-empty beer can and chugged it to take away the taste of his stomach acid, then tossed it against the wall. It clattered to the floor as he unlocked the office door and stepped into the dark warehouse.

The lights came on when he walked through it, something he forgot was a thing. He swore when they did— and he almost fell over, caused by the mix of hangover and extreme exhaustion. He had to walk a little way to get to the other side, and when he did, there was his shipment, an irregular bag that was shaped like a bag of potatoes. "You'll hate me after this, Nick Wilde," he said evilly, kicking the bag. It didn't make a noise. "I could do this all day." He kicked it again, and the bag stirred a little bit. He kind of chuckled, but then stopped when he gagged, another wave of nausea passing over him from his hangover. "Enough of that for now." He shook his head and dragged the bag away from the door and into an empty shipping room, pulling off the bag, stepping out, and shutting the door. The door made a quiet mechanical noise for about ten seconds until it clicked.

"Take that, Nick Wilde," he said, a smile growing on his face. "Take that."