protip: there is a reason you are now up against the grating sir.
you see…
the turnstile is over there…
where you pay to get on the train…
not against the grate where I have pinned you as you attempted to saunter through the emergency exit we all walk out because we're all too impatient to exit via the turnstiles and in a fashion…
I'm a little in the wrong here.
but I paid to get on already…
and that is what you should have done before I checked you against the grate…
i didn't look…
because I tend to not look back…
but it sounded like your iPod popped out and perhaps you dropped something…
I didn't see.
so the protip is this…
we pay to ride this train…
so should you…
you don't get to walk around like you own the place…
because I do.
I paid for this city…
it's mine.
—the bastard
