we'll save you, old man!

so, we're walking down bay street to the bank the other night, and we are greeted by an odd sight. no, not the guy who wears the necklace of dead animals. he was at school.

we saw:

an old man trapped in the bank! the door that senses your soul was stuck. so, either this old man was already dead, or there was some kind of karmic malfunction. either way, we rushed to the rescue. he beat feebly against the treacherous panes with his metal walker. he had but moments of air left! bank cards at ready, we knew what to do.

steve was the first on the scene. with no thought for his own safety, he swiped his mighty debit card, and threw himself at the door, prying with all his might. the gods smiled upon our noble crusader, the old man was free!

here our narrative breaks off. mostly 'cause i had been drinking and can't remember what we did after that. i think the old dude kind of just wandered off to his next adventure.