should probably be worried about why so many people are trying to kill this guy, but I’m wearing my nice shirt, and I still have half a sandwich left, and I’m pretty sure my man is probably going to kill me too because once is coincidence, twice is suspicious, but meeting three times like this is downright proof that I’m probably someone he should kill. I mean, in his head, not in mine. I’m totally an innocent bystander with bad luck (or is it good luck?), but if I were him, I’d probably kill me on principle.