Pink Floyd's Dusty Flat

Introduction

Warnings: There will be profanity in this story/chapter

      It was around 1960...something. It doesn't  matter too much, though, since no one bothers to check the date anymore. Anyway, Syd Barrett was walking down the street when he turned his head to see a strange man flailing a baguette and yelling at a poor old woman.
       "Weird." Syd said aloud to himself. He was about to go on with his day when the sounds of shouting came closer.
"What the bloody hell is this chap goin' on about?" Syd asked himself, annoyed. He turned around and noticed the strange man had been hastily walking alongside the woman shouting things like, "It's a fucking baguette!" And "You're ripping me off!" Syd was very off-put, so he screeched, "CAN YOU SHUT UP? I'M TRYING TO WALK HERE!"
"Who—" The strange man paused between the utterance of every word, "—Gave—you—the—right?" The man then began to chase Syd, dropping the baguette in the process. The old woman picked it up, and then opened up a portal in the space-time continuum into which she then threw the bread. You likely have some questions, which will all be answered later.
As the man chased Syd down the sidewalk, Richard Wright was walking along when he noticed the strange occurrence.
"What the fuck?" Richard asked aloud, highly concerned.
"I don't know either." Said a man standing next to Richard, presumably his friend. Finally, someone wasn't being a lazy ass and decided to break up what had become a fist fight between Syd and the random man. A mustached man ran over and yelled, "STAHHHHHGHP!!!" He coughed up some phlegm—he wasn't sick, it just took a lot out of him. Syd and the strange man looked up in a questioning manner. The punches stopped.
"Who the hell are you?" The strange man asked.
"That isn't important—just break this up. You guys are being bloody stupid."
Syd stared at his opponent. He shrugged, and then began to throw punches again. Annoyed at this, the mustached man ripped Syd off of the strange man and threw him to the side.
"Okay, cool." Syd said as he started to walk off, blood dripping from his nose.
"Oi!" The mustached man exclaimed, running after Syd. "What the hell was that about?"
"He was being very uncool."
"So you start a fist fight?!" The man asked.
"Yeah." Syd responded. The man shook his head. "What's your name?"
"Syd."
"I like your name, so we're cool now. I'm Nick Mason." Nick mason, aka the mustached man, replied.
"Cool." Said Syd.
"Very cool." Said Nick.