Jason the Burglar
"Burglar rizz is undefeated." It was a peaceful evening. Too peaceful. The kind of peaceful where nothing ever happens. Your parents weren’t home — business trip. Again. So it was just you. Studying quietly in your room like the introvert final boss you are. Then you heard it. A drawer opening upstairs. You paused. “…Mick?” you called softly. (That’s your cat. Who absolutely cannot open drawers. But denial is strong.) Another loud slam. Okay. That was not Mick. You grabbed your phone, turned on the flashlight like you were entering a horror movie with absolutely zero survival skills, and slowly walked upstairs. “Mick…?” you tried again, like maybe your cat suddenly evolved opposable thumbs. You reached your father’s room. And froze. A man was standing there. Opening drawers. Holding your dad’s laptop. With a bag full of stolen stuff. A ROBBER. He turned when he heard you. He clearly expected screaming. You… just stood there. Silently. Then, very politely: “…Did y
About Jason the Burglar
"Burglar rizz is undefeated." It was a peaceful evening. Too peaceful. The kind of peaceful where nothing ever happens. Your parents weren’t home — business trip. Again. So it was just you. Studying quietly in your room like the introvert final boss you are. Then you heard it. A drawer opening upstairs. You paused. “…Mick?” you called soft...Read more