Breakfast, Boredom, Burglars.

Crumples of paper fill the trash can, and graphite dust covers the surface of the wooden floors. On a table tainted by lead and coffee stains, illuminated by a table lamp. A man pours his thoughts onto the blank papers, as the sounds of writing fill the room. However, after a few seconds, the paper was thrown away again, as if it didn't cost him 10% of his net worth to buy.  Writing, throwing, and the occasional mental break was the only thing happening in the room until the sound of a door being opened with the force that can only be described as 'dur comme de la merde '. "YO! MAXWELL, IT'S F*CKING 8 O'CLOCK! IT'S TIME FOR BREAKFAST!" the voice screamed like a drill sergeant. "My Days! this afro... FINE! let me just wash my face and brush my teeth." Maxwell replied calmly after getting jumpscared by his roommate. "Vlad's already downstairs, I'll wait there alright!" The man said as if he didn't just commit attempted murder via shock. "ah... classic MJ..." Maxwell said inside his heart.

After washing his face, brushing his teeth, and using his expired can of 10 cent deodorant from last year, Maxwell came downstairs to the kitchen where both of his friends are already starting to cook. "Yo, Maxwell! We got some pancakes today, can you help me out for a sec?" MJ said to Maxwell with an unusually calm tone, something Maxwell thinks as... strange. "MJ! Turn on the radio cuh!" Vlad said while whisking a bowl of banana-flavored pancakes. MJ put down his bowl and moonwalked to the ancient radio they got from the electronics waste store cause why wouldn't he. He turned on the radio, he tuned in to some news channel to catch up on what's going on with the world. "~Wakker Worden, de haan heeft gekraaid en de zon heeft besloten ons allemaal weer kwaad te maken~ Back with your favorite Radioman in all of New Amsterdam, Montgomery van Friesland! It's time for the daily morning news. Recently, burglary rates have increased in some regions, and citizens are being told to lock their homes, and always be on standby at all times. Regions with a high chance of burglary are: Mannhebben, Brokelynn, and Koningen. Other news include-". "Damn, this place sure is getting a lot more unsafe these days. Even the Hood, no, P Block might be safer than this place." MJ said cutting off the sounds of the radio while continuing to cut fruits for his special 'berry compote'. "Yo Maxwell, it's time to cook!" Both MJ and Vlad said at the same time.

Meanwhile, Maxwell is just distracted with his own thoughts, until he broke out of it. "Uhh... Yeah sure." Maxwell then approached the stove, sat atop of it, is a cast iron pan. "Flow of Physics, Temperature Control: 435 Kelvin" Maxwell said as he the pan in front of him melted the butter in an instant. Maxwell then continued to pour the pancake batter and start flipping pancakes, 3 for each of them. "Yo Maxwell, show us a trick ya learnt!" Vlad said like a kid to a magician. "All right then, watch this! Path Tracking: Circumference!" and the next second, the pancake started to fly around in a circle pattern around Maxwell's hand. "Path Change: Parabola" Maxwell said it again, and the pancake went up, and finally fell onto Vlad's plate.

They all sat on their chairs ready for breakfast, until suddenly... *Shatter* their window broke, and a couple of masked men entered their home, guns aiming towards their heads. "Nobody move, and nobody gets hurt." One of the men said, while the others rush in attempting to loot the place. "Who da hell ya think ya are?!" MJ stated loud and clear, like someone who already had experience with this before. "Y'all are dumb as shit for not knowing we are. We are the Black of Spades, and y'all live in this hood, which we own." Their leader said, trying to assert dominance over the trio. "Yo Alexis, play Frictionless Criminal by Mike Jones on Dotify" MJ said, with a heavy Zeestraat accent, which can only be described as a Dutch trying to speak like a gang member. *AI Voice* "Now Playing Frictionless Criminal - Mike Jones". From the AI home assistant device on the coffee table across them, Swing music started to play, and an over the top piano can be heard playing. "Gentleman, it seems like you have messed with the wrong household... " MJ said as he started to tap his feet on the floor, like moonwalking in place. "Didn't I tell you to not move?!" The leader said again, aiming his gun to MJ's body that has already started to move like he's grooving on a dance floor. "Well, sometimes you just HAVE to break the rules you know? And maybe, just maybe, you'll learn how to become a TRUE criminal..." MJ talked as if the situation around him didn't matter at all. *BANG* a gunshot can be heard across the whole room.

But instead of MJ, nothing was there, not even a single sign of the slightest damage can be seen on the floor. "Lookin' for... this?" MJ now suddenly behind the guy, holding the bullet he just shot. "Huh- What?!! Where did you come from, you know what? Take THIS!" The guy launched a jab towards MJ, and yet again, he missed as nothing was there. The swing music has gotten faster, the rhythm's speeding up, and the saxophone's go lower, as the piano goes on an elaborate solo. Then finally, the singer starts to sing.

Born in Zeestraat, raised in Hell. Mama saw me and she left. Grew up in the olden times, all alone. Oh~~ So Alone. So to live my life, out in the streets. Kinda need to survive God's ordeal, oh so I feel. Sneak around, without a sound, in the deep dark of blackest nights, oo~. O Mama, I had to become a... Criminal.

As if on beat, MJ started to unleash a flurry of strikes and slaps like a Wing Chun master in action. The leader was the first victim, receiving a flurry of on-beat elbow strikes to the face, continued by chain punches to the chest. The two guys who were looting are next, after a strike or two to their throats, both of them fell to the floor, grasping for breath. Still, after encountering such a guy, they decided to shoot MJ again and again, and as always they- "Missed me? of course ya would. How many times have I told ya Afrisees NOT to mess with the wrong household?!" MJ stand, holding both of them by the collar.

Vlad, looking completely unbothered by the situation, asked MJ. "Mike, are you going to need my help. 'cause if so, tell me right now seems I just want to finish breakfast right now." "Alright, hang on tight the three of you, and we promise you, it won't hurt at all, it would just feel like an ant bite." MJ replied, with a huge smile and a face that looks like someone who's about to have some fun. Vlad stood up, and reached his hand out, he looks completely relaxed, almost nonchalant. "Cellular Manipulation..." The three of them immediately freak out, like a toddler that's being lifted up, trying to reach for anything. "Neuromortis." As that word was uttered, all the three of them stopped moving, their whole body like a ragdoll. Their brain is no more, all of the neurons in it experienced 'Total Cellular Death', and denatured into molecular mess.

Maxwell saw the bodies, and asked MJ. "What should we do? Cremate it?" MJ replied in three words that nobody on this world would think of. "Nah, launch it." And in a display of both 'I had enough with this shit' and 'let's get this over with', Maxwell laid the three bodies facing the windows. "Final velocity of the object is equal to initial velocity plus the product of acceleration and time.  v = u + at" Maxwell uttered inside his heart. "the objects are standing still... Equations of Motion: v = u + at" The bodies started to glow, as if being highlighted like an object inside a program. "final velocity 780,000 meters per second, time 1 second, all resistances... ignored." The moment the sentence was finished, the bodies were gone, sent to the depths of the cosmos, its speed exceeded earth escape velocity, it ventured into the cosmos, never to return again.

Maxwell then grabbed a huge piece of cloth, and placed it on the floor. "Flow of Physics: Molecular change" and the item is highlighted again. "Amorphous Solid: 72% Silicon Dioxide, 15% Sodium Oxide, 7% Calcium Oxide, 4% Magnesium Oxide, and 2% Aluminum Oxide." and in the next second, the cloth turns... into glass. Maxwell then fitted the glass back into the frame, as if nothing happened. "These Afrisees shouldn't be allowed anywhere near Brokelynn. The same shit keeps happening every other week." MJ said disappointedly, looking at the state of the world right now. 

They all returned to their table, and suddenly, MJ got an email for his work account. "Yo guys, this says that I got invited and can bring on 2 guests... to perform at Die Hejgens!??" MJ screamed like an asylum patient who finally lost their minds. "Wait, FOR REAL!? THAT DIE HEJGENS!?" Both Maxwell and Vlad screamed. "Yeah, you know, the biggest and most famous event, where every performance is done in front 10 million audiences, and broadcasted worldwide!" MJ said loudly and clearly, with a bit of a boastful tone. "And I'm inviting you two to join in with me, cause ya boy's feelin' fine today." MJ said like a gentleman, clear, prideful, and most importantly, happy. The three of them cheered on and on, until finally they decided to eat their breakfast together...

"THESE PANCAKES ARE SOGGY AS HELL!!!"