Jake T. (AKA Joking Jake) was walking down a dark alley, dragging a large black body bag with him. He had on his usual outfit: a red zip-up hoodie, a blue beanie that somewhat matched his jeans, and a light gray mask with two black eyeholes and one small rectangle where his mouth was. Per usual, he kept a holstered Glock-17 hanging down his pants, and an AK-47 holstered on his back. Of course, he had a machete with a diagonal red stripe on the blade sheathed on his back. There were no streetlights and no cars on the road, so nobody could see what he was doing...or at least, that's what he thought. The darkness and silence were suddenly disturbed by a glowing red and blue flash and the obnoxious wailing of the police car. Jake turned around to see a police officer who didn't seem to notice the bag apraoching him. "You're carrying a firearm in a public place. You got a liscense for that?"

Jake did not hesitat a second as he whipped out his glock and sent a ringing shot to the officer's head. "Oh, cut the clichès." he said as he put the gun away, blew the officer a kiss as he fell down, and went back to his bussiness, whistling casually.