*pushes cart outside and tips it over *hears whispers in the darkness "wut clas u g0n pleh? *grows louder and angrier "Wut CLAS.....U G0n PLEH?" hmmm........ *a crowd of Desticles step into the glow of a streetlight *draws energy sword This night just gets[i] better [/i]and [b]better.[/b] *grins, then rushes the crowd *the sounds of Desticle blood splattering fills the air *faint moans of "muted" and "hunter master race" quickly fade