" The hooligans: Steve "

I was walking down the street kind of late at night. Its just a thing I do. I enjoy the cool night air and the neon world that comes out in the dark. I know the dangers but I've never been mugged or jumped before so I never thought of it. I see a coin on the ground and I bend down to pick it up. A 50¢ piece, wow! I didn't know they still made these! As I grabbed it, a shadow quickly came over me. Looking up I see an enormous man. Without exaggerating I could say he was the size of the hulk. His hands big enough to wrap all the way around a person, and then some. Other than some strange slot on his forehead, nothing else was remarkable about him.



"Hey punk"



His voice seemed wrong, closer to a sixteen year old greaser than the massive being before me.



"What are you doing on my turf"



"I- I was just passing through"



"Yeah right"



He wrapped his enormous mitt around me and effortlessly lifted me into the air.



"If you ain't gonna tell the truth then I'll beat it out of you!"



The drew back his other equally massive arm, rearing for a punch that would surely kill me, or send me to the hospital for a long time. So I panicked and did the one thing I could think of.



"Uh uh ... Penny for your thoughts?"



Before he could respond, I pulled my arm free and slipped the 50¢ piece into the slot on his forehead. It made the same noise as putting quarters into an archade machine, even followed by a pop goes the weasel theme.



He looked up, and a huge grin spread across his face. He held me tight with both hands. As the music became faster and more frantic, he began shaking. I don't know what's happening, but I'm closing my eyes. I'm afraid for my life.







An explosion rings out, decimating everything in a 3 block radius.