Willie was lost in his thoughts, wondering what he'd attempt next. As a crime, of course. To him it wasn't a crime, it was much more like something of a benefit for him. He would steal so he could gain something he never had. Before he knew it, he was snapped out of his thoughts and was grasped by the shoulder by an unknown figure. Willie yelped, his heart pounding in his chest as fear of being discovered that he might have snatched something. But he didn't!

And then, came the worse, he fell onto his back, groaning with the pain that accompanied it. Who in heck had grabbed him? Hearing a a mutter, he turned onto his stomach and stared at the boy. It took him a few minutes to realize that it was Jack Upstead.

" 'Ave ye lost yer mind, ye nutter?!" Willie snapped, standing on his knees and glaring down at the boy, not noticing the rainbow boxers showing.