When I found the person that stole my bike it was almost apocalyptic! When I found the person that stole my bike, I wanted to cut them down. I wanted to chop them apart in so many pieces! I wanted to burn their burn their bones with some feces! I did want to do these things, but I held it together. I wanted to these things because I found, I found my bike named Bob! so I did what we all do, and I planted a bomb! It was just a stink, stink bomb, but it still really, really long. And they were covering their mouths so much, as I beat them, beat them down! I know I shouldn't have touched them right, but then they touched my Bob. I needed to protect my Bob, and I needed to insure that they wouldn't steal my bike again. That they wouldn't steal someone else's bike. So I broke their legs at their knees, while they were covering their eyes. Now they need a wheelchair, and they can get transportation services. I kind of helped them there, because they had no way to get from here to there without violating, yes, the law. I know I should have stopped, but I thought I was being helpful! I slipped away in the smoke and the stink. I slipped away in the stink.