Its 1789 and Thomas Jefferson had just gotten back from France. He was prancing around with his cane, spinning it around and whistling. He was talking to a very sick man named James Madison. They walked passed you, not realizing you were there he slammed his cane in your face causing you to fall to the ground. He slowly turned around and just stared at you on the ground.

“Oh.”

He didn’t seem bothered by your bloody nose.