"He was an inch, perhaps two, under six feet, powerfully built, and he advanced straight at me with a slight stoop of the shoulders, head forward, and a fixed from-under stare which made me think of a charging bull." - Lord Jim by Joseph Conrad
I soon found out that it was Quasimodo the hunchback of Notre Dame. he charged me because i was talking crap about Notre Dame football but i side stepped him. He let out a loud grunt of disgust. I shouted "look a bird", the oldest trick in the book. He fell for it because of his mental illness. While he was looking left I Kansas city shuffled him like Bruce Willis and he died on the spot. I did not feel bad because he had a harsh life being such a monster so i put him out of his misery. I then mounted my bike and rode off into the mist of the early morning, never looking back. I rode to the near bakery and indulged in some glazed donuts. The rest of my day included yard work and unclogging sinks.
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