As I was on my way out of the subway exit....
...this bozo -that had finished up beating some poor sod- came straight towards me
...and I started doing things "routinely" if you know what I mean:
...as busy I was, crushing the remaining bones of my oponents face, I couldn't help but to notice the gunshot in the background....the old man still had it:
...and that my friends, was the reason why we all agreed to beat the living **** out of him:
FIN!