Being bumped into and nearly knocked off his feet by a woman coming out of a building while muttering something about a guitar threw off Simon's track of thought. Light blasted people in this city. Making his turn round the corner Simon heard the noise. What the hell? Running in the direction everyone else was going made things a little easier for him. He came to shop people were running out of and....What the hell? What is he doing? Hiding round the corner Simon kept an eye on the violence display. Another one of me but....... What is he doing?

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He who laughs last thinks slowest.
Change is inevitable except from a vending machine.
I just got lost in thought. It was unfamiliar territory.
Those who live by the sword... get shot by those who don't.
Honk if you love peace and quiet.
Nothing is foolproof to a sufficiently talented fool.