I was walking along at night, when I noticed someone down the street who seemed to be dancing, like waltzing. As I watched, he danced closer, and closer, and closer. I looked away for a second or two to see if anyone else was around, and when I looked back, he had crossed the street to my side, and then crouched down. And then he stopped. I noticed that he had this terrifying cartoon smile on his face. I passed him, being vigilant. He continued to dance away from me in the other direction. He got fairly far away and I started to feel better.

And then I heard the dancing stop, and someone running toward me from his direction. I noped the fuck out, and ran like hell.

Last night, hit a good lick. I brought home three figures easy for about two hours worth of my time. Not too bad I don't think.