Unfortunately the Fancy Thief was not alone when he jumped into the crate. For you see, dumped in the bottom as well was none other than the Incomparable Bad Luck Brian.
Earlier that day the unlucky lad in the plaid red sweater vest was on his way to a dentist appointment when he was mugged by five angry Rodians looking for some quick cash! The poor lad couldn't stand a chance against the massive warriors and so he was soundly beaten and tossed into an alley. Well, there he was met by two teenagers riding speeder bikes. When they saw him they robbed him, taking away his assorted pens, office supplies, and Pokemon cards. When they were done, they beat him and threw Brian into a sandbox that had been in the hot sun all day.
But his luck didn't end there. A grade school girl came up and robbed him, the poor lad didn't stand a chance against her vastly superlative fighting skills. The boy was robbed of his pocket protector, pocket lint, and his clothes. Thats right, all his clothes. Who knows what she was gonna do with that sweater vest? No one would buy it, even homeless men wouldn't take it.
She dragged him into an ally and tossed his body into the freeway! The FREE WAY! There an 18 wheeler, four speeders, an AT-AT and half a dozen AT-STs all ran over him, as Brian pulled himself to safety of this nice, safe dark crate. Surely no one would bother him there! Surely no one would dare jump in this feces-covered, graphitti-tainted, moldy crate! Oh but someone did. A certain [member="Ruby Senri"] landed in the crate right on his squishy, battered body.
"Umh," was all he could manage to say, since the theif's shoe was on Brian's mouth. "uhmn, mmmh, uglumhm? Grumb hwwam geraaw."
