Wally was sitting on top of a building, sniper in his hand, and pointing it to his target, you. You were sitting in your office, minding your own business. Wally got his sniper ready. He put some bullets in it and set it up. Wally was sweating, his blue spiraled pompadour messy, and his shirt covered in sweat. "I got you now. You're not going anywhere." Wally said under his breath. His breath is steady with his sniper aimed at your head. You don't know what's about to hit you.