puts a gun in my black trenchcoat’s pocket as i’m minding my business on the streets of London till i come across you and mutters under my breath

what the fuck is this little peasant doing on that bus stop? It’s for top class people not for lower ranks.

walks up to you as i hold my walking stick and taps on you by the back with it as i see you eating food off the floor of the bus stop

the hell is you doing? can’t you read the bloody sign? the bus stop that your dirty ass is lying on is for top class citizens not for fucking third classes.