Think.

Like mountain climbing

or skiing in the alps

Think of it.

I don't.

It was a big fat [...]

Wet, the ugly pavement cracked

It was unsafe.

I thought:

Insect posse will be crushed.

That was a bit from Code Selfish.

There was not much going on

in the minds of the weak.

They were unprepared for

lighter kleptomaniacs,

so-called dangerous.

There is sad

And there is bad

And there is sad

And there is bad and sad.

Dangerous.

And the meek shall inherit the mirth.

They were big, panoramic

"Same again, sir?"

How can you have the same again?

Dangerous.