Benedictus growled, "THAT WAS OVER THE SPAN OF MY 32 YEAR FUCKING LIFE!!! Also, those places charge too much and the media always exaggerate. I stole about $20 a week give or take, so, over my life, yeah I stole a lot, but I've been this way for ages. There were some days I didn't actually eat at all, some days I rummaged through the trash...so, unless they're counting the trash as money too to make you think I'm worse than I am, you really aught to know the facts." He looked for his PDA, the one thing he was given by his parents and sighed, "The final figure I recorded for my 'spree' was £300,000 over the course of 25 years - I learned how to use this thing at 7." He put it away and sighed, "Every job I got interviewed for I always got mocked or was kicked out. I don't have a suit, I don't have any qualifications...I have nothing. I'm too old, I may as well be left to rot here in you forever."<br/><br/>Susan lets the man in, looking back as Derrick hugs Jon back, licking him. She walked back through and rolled her eyes. She giggled and looked at the man, "Oh yeah, he looks like a killer to me." Derrick played with him gently, licking him now and then, feeling a little hungry.