Today, I saw Terrence the Vienna sausage-limbed, funemployed redbeard walking to his $3,200 apartment to eat locally sourced cupcakes and style his hair to look like he just woke up for tonight’s community vote on chicken coops in the ‘nabe’. So I slipped on my brass knuckles and fired myself out of a cannon fist first right into the back of his skull. End of story.