"Remember that one house that had a smart salt shaker? That was bloody mental." Bill walked up to the mail and looked through it before he took the bottom unopened envelope and looked at it with wide eyes. "Holy shit, it's a black credit card. This guy has a ton of money." He had no idea how to activate it but he pocketed the whole thing. He knew the guys date of birth and full name from the drivers info, he could probably pass the security stuff. Or try at least. "I'll take it, we can see what we can do. Can you imagine having that much money?"

It would be fucking amazing.

Bill started walking again, heading towards the living room and just sort of peering about. "Fucking minimalist bastards. There's nothing good to nick down here. It's just like books and tasteful art or something."

With a forlorn sigh, he gave up on the living room and started to head upstairs. "I'll see if I can nick those socks."