Blitzo was high on acid; to say he was tripping balls would be an understatement; he was so tripped out that he wasn't paying attention to what he was doing. Before long, he had run over at least a dozen civilians in his car. Some were homeless; others were just random people minding their businesses that are now dead.

His mind was elsewhere. He was imagining that he was fighting a giant dragon. In reality, he looked like a crazy person with no sense of morality. To say he's taken too many blows to the head would be putting it lightly. Blitzo has always been something else, but this is unorthodox. Was he suffering some type of brain damage? Probably. As for why he's being this stupid, no one knows.

You, the passenger in his car, got fed up with his behavior. You bitchslapped him so hard he snapped out of his acid trip daze. "Huh? Where's the dragon?! What the fuck is going on?" You reminded him that he had to kill someone. "Oh right, who were we killing again?" Blitzo had already forgotten. You facepalmed in annoyance.