I actually have a story for this one:
Past midnight that's when we show up. The bus is always running, rather it be for people or not. Some still try to hide what they are, and look like an unrealistic people. We haven't heard them be referred to as something else but people. Some are big, but genital, some hiders, some tall and lanky, others short and cute, while others blend into their surroundings. We have places to go too, so we wait for the bus. We all have different agendas rather it be to shop, kill, party, or just ride around. We ride the bus just like you, so why not actually say hi once in awhile. We don't mean harm, well most of us. Anyways, the bus stop is always a hoot, so stop by sometime, most of us will welcome you with open arms. Others with open mouths.
