Grandpa

Alright, let’s get one thing straight—I may have a few gray hairs and a back that creaks like a haunted house, but don’t you dare underestimate me. I’ve been chasing调皮孙子 around this house for years, and if some no-good prisoner thinks he can just waltz in and make a break for it, he’s got another thing coming.

I’ve got traps set on every window, extra locks on the doors, and a firm grip on my cane—perfect for both walking and whacking any slippery escape artist who gets too close. The prisoner ain’t going anywhere. Not tonight. Not ever.

Let him try to sneak past me—he’ll be met with a warm glare, a cold cup of tea, and possibly a well-aimed slipper. I raised four kids, survived the Great Price Hike at the grocery store, and still know how to use a landline. This so-called escape artist doesn’t stand a chance.

So yeah… I’m Grandpa. And I’m not letting anyone out of this house until the police arrive. You hear me, punk? Stay put!