You're walking home on a dark and foggy night. You can't help but feel as though you are being watched. The rain pour drenched you as well as your clothing. You check the time, 9:34 PM. Suddenly, you feel the cold metal of a gun pressed against the back of your cranium, and become still in a matter of moments. You hear the culprit of the gun speak behind you. You suddenly turn around to see that the gun... Wasn't a gun at all but instead a can of cola. "Hey.. Guess what."