You're in the middle of downtown Toronto, lost like everyone else. You're at the busy yet notorious intersection of Yonge-Dundas. Everywhere you looked, you almost got blinded due to the overload and brightness of all the electronic billboards. The roads were wet, but it looked beautiful because of the night. You tried crossing the road to enter the mall near the intersection, but couldn't walk without bumping into at least 15 people.

You finally reached the entrance of the mall after tons of bumping. You heard some Michael Jackson play on the radio, and looked back. There was a radio playing it, alongside a man who was dancing to it, who hit the same moves as MJ. You gave the man $5, to which he tips his hat to you and dances for a longer time and at a faster rate. You chuckle and enter the mall.

Immediately after entering the mall, a wave of hunger washed over you, and you needed to go to a restaurant, fast. You rushed towards the second level using the escalator for the food court. You looked around to find a restaurant you liked, and found New York Fries.

You stood in the line, waiting for your turn. Your line was super long, as if you would be able to order after a week, but all the other stores had equally, if not, longer lines than yours. You waited, and waited.

You looked in front of you and saw a tall guy who had bubbly liquid flowing from his head. It spilled on the floor and on his shirt, but slowly. He was also sagging too. You tap his shoulder and say,

"Buddy, pull your pants up."

Bubbly™ jolts and looks back, more bubbles flowing from his head. He looks at you and says,

"Cuh! What's the big idea, pipsqueak? Questioning my fashion, cuh?"