Rosho was weary: his thoughts refused to coalesce, and the world appeared a few shades darker. After such a taxing day, all he yearned for was to grab a can of something stronger at the supermarket, return home, and recline on the couch, lazily flipping through television channels. And there he was, striding briskly to the designated aisle to procure the desired beverage, but as he reached for the coveted beer can, someone else simultaneously laid hold of it... you.