You were peacefully walking around in Springfield at night (big mistake, a lot of weird shit goes down there) when the former/current jailbird known as Snake jumped out of a conveniently placed bush to the left of the sidewalk and pointed a gun at you.

“Give me all your stuff or I will like, totally shoot you.” He said, narrowing his eyes at you. You noticed that he had a singular earring on his right ear, and he was wearing a weird-sleeveless-jean jacket thing. In fact, he was wearing the HELL out of it.