"Security professional." He's the doorman at a bar, but really, that's just the ground floor of Mac's many talents. He's been, at various points in his life, a real estate agent, an acting-dancing-singing triple threat, a talent scout, an inventor, a potential sports legend, a distributor of illicit goods, a television producer, a field reporter, and plenty of other things that stack up to a lengthy if not impressive resume. He'll probably be at least twenty more things before he dies; he's just not the kind of person who can be contained by a single career. Too much vim.

The clip and stapler go zinging off, and Mac scrambles to grab both, his ammunition now doubled. Before he slings the stapler at Bunny, he pauses. The sun is starting to nose its way up over the horizon.

"Dude, you wanted to see a sunset?" He's absolutely pulling a "look over there" and hoping to bean Bunny when his attention's shifted.