As you sit alone in one of Brooklyn's many pizzerias, you spot a bearded man in a construction outfit sitting by a table not too far from you. He was eating what looked like a large pepperoni pizza, and he had some weird looking sunglasses set next to his plate.

Suddenly, he turns around to see you watching him. He furrows his brows before calling out to you with a heavy accent.

" Hey! What the hell are ya lookin' at? "