The End Oh, I love this city. Especially in the evenings. Because that's another good citizen, so safe in their homes. Don't lie! I'm back! You know, the slime balls spill under the streets. One, two, aha! Just me and you came out of nowhere. And what did you say he was holding? I think it was something like a walkie-stick. Jet by, yeah. Goonga la, goonga la, goonga la, goonga la, goonga la, goonga la! Battle rough, puts running from a bald man's case each of us. I only stay. He's probably some ninja with a band. Bad things come out in play. What else are these citizens supposed to do? Who will protect them from aggression when city hall turns a blind eye to their suffering? Alright, so what are you supposed to be? Well, I'm not a teenage mutant ninja hamster. You