Seriously Though, Nothing Matters

The box pulsed lightly and gave off a small amount of heat in the front of George's specially custom-made, black burglary pants, and had he been just a few years older this would have given him a great deal of pleasure. But for now it just pulsed and kind of warmed nicely. He jumped the wall, oozed up the drainpipe and quietly changed back into his normal attire, the pants were the ultimate in to-be-seen-in burglar wear of the season but, to be honest, he did find they chaffed rather a lot around the rear and he had considered taking them back, however he thought he did look rather fetching in them and he had a reputation to keep up now.