"The Bulldog", they call him. And it's not a play on his name, although his bark does instill fear on anyone who dares to break the rules on his shift. Personal opinion.

No, his nickname dates back to his late dog Rufus, his once inseparable partner in the most important job in the world: Keeping the order intact.

Rufus, much like Jim, was a british bulldog, donned in a brilliant coat of white and brown fur, his face adorned with creases forming a beautiful landscape; just the right amount of scrunch to strike a balance between looking adorable and harmless while friendly, yet downright terrifying when enraged. And I'm not even talking about the dog yet. You best know not to mess with me.

But enough about that. I'm Jim Barkley, and we've got a mall to secure.