"Well, there was this knife, more aptly
described as a broadsword, and I see, well, I
was swinging down the street on my way to a
movie and this guy, yeah. He was about six
foot eight and huge. He was holding this
knife, only to me, I would describe it as a
broadsword, something from the Knights of the
Round. Before he can even open his mouth, he
collapses. Meanwhile, I can barely lift a
finger to put the toupee back on his glossy
head because I'm shaking so much.

He was vomiting and I knew that he was alive
because he kept saying something like
'durability' between convulsions. What
happened next was really bizarre. Both ends
of the street flood with black-suited men,
just like in a movie.

These men look tough and pissed off, the eyes
behind their sunglasses are probably cold as
my hands are getting. I feel like my heart
has stopped, I'm so damn scared. As they
start to inundate the street in black, they
move with one will.

I figure that I'm dead anyway, so I reach
down for the blade. The blade is being
covered by his vomit, but the hilt is clean.
I can hear the men getting excited, but I
can't stop. My fingers slide around the
leather hilt which is oddly cold...