He moves through the streets like a wrecking ball, crashing into everything and anything that’s in his way, until eventually he crashes into a garbage bin and tumbles hopelessly to the ground in a heap. He lies there in a daze for a few moments before he notices her standing there, watching him in the shadows as he pulls himself up onto all fours.
“Enjoining the s-show?” He slurs.
“I wouldn’t call it much of a show, more like white man go boom,” she replies in a thick European accent…
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