Here's a very weird scenario that would probably only happen if you live in some chaotic place:
You are walking down the street on a regular, normal, nonsuspiscious day. You suddenly come across a man dressed as a crocodile. What grown man would dress like a crocodile? You think to yourself.
The croc man walks up to you. "My name is Bob."
There's a long and awkward silence before you reply. "And why do you think I'd tell a crocodile my name, BOB?"
He sticks out his tongue, even though crocodiles can't do that. "I thound weird when I do thith!" He says.
Annoyed by his behavior, you roll your eyes at the man and walk away.
After about ten minutes of walking, you decide to go to the mall, since it's right around the corner. On your way there, you come across a woman in a gymnastics suit with a hula hoop in both hands.
"Hello!" She says in a Russian accent.
You wave to her and try to keep on walking, but she blocks your way.
"Can I help you?" You ask as politely as you can, but you're getting irritated.
"I'm lost."
You look up and down at her outfit. You point to the opposite direction. "Circus is that way."
"That's not where I-"
"Circus is THAT way!" You turn the Russian gymnast around and push her that way.
You keep on walking until you reach the entrance of the mall. A creepy and dark clown approaches you, carrying an axe.
Is that even allowed? You think to yourself.
"Hello-" the clown says.
You kick him where it hurts because you don't want to get in another conflict.
You stop for a moment. You want to know if the clown, gymnast and the alligator knew each other.
You walk up to the clown, who is on the ground.
"Hey, creepy clown that wants to kill me, do you happen to know an alligator and a gymnast?"
With a weak voice, the clown says, "We're all going to the circus. And the alligator's name is BOB!"
