You're having a normal day, dodging drunk drivers and stray bullets while walking on a curb in Los Santos. It's a sunny, dry day, as you'd expect in San Andreas. You pass many people going about their daily lives, and you're walking next to Maze bank until you bump into an angry looking man with blood on his white t-shirt. He's kind of scary.

Man: Hey, excuuuuuuussssee me, asshole!