You are in Pyongyang, North korea, In an Theatre. All men there have Black coats with fur, But you're tourist, so you don't ofcourse. You take a seat to a man, That has forehead larger than state of somalia, and face pale like 1000 yard stale. This is a man who know how death looks like in and out, over and out

your Guide, Tae-kun, Sits next to you, And instead of you laughing, You're very scared and intimidated by the man behind you.

Patrik: sits down

Tae-kun: sits down as well