Fuck this shit im out, I don’t care what my contract says I quit. I am not getting killed by the killer robo pony, would you wan’t your turnstone to say hear lyes Mr.********* died via robotic southern pony. And ps, the pizza tastes like old cardboard. I already found a new place called Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. So fuck you, fuck this place, and fuck that pony. I am out.