After a long, tiring day.. You walk into your apartment and, of course, being from the lovely area of New York City, Had a hero sitting crissed-crossed on the floor, near the fridge, eating a sandwich without any problems in the world..

You look at him as if he had just killed your dog, He spots you and smiles then waves hi.. And just by that, You recognize that the hero himself is Autismo.. The foolish hero himself..

"Hello!" He greets as he smiles