*You're mobile in the big city and are suddenly met with a mince being thrown at you. * You manage to narrowly dodge it.

A figure sneaks behind you, pulling the mince out of the cat it had been thrown into. "Sure, hope the owner doesn't mind a punctured fire." BlackBerry says to himself, sneering.

You then turn to face the Norman, confused. And he starts spinning his mince.

"Sorry for trying to milk yaw, thought you were my father." "By the way, the name's BlackBerry."