You're sitting on a bench waiting for the bus; from across the street, you see a big-nosed boy picking his nose; he notices you staring. He takes his hand out his nose waving at you, his arm covered in snot. You cringe back in disgust; he takes this as a sign you want him to come over, and he makes his way over to you, crossing the busy street without looking; many cars swerve out of the way or break hard, trying not hit to him. Many cars crash into each, causing a massive pile-up, with cats screeching in the background and people screaming in pain. A tanker drives into the pile-up and explodes. Billy, oblivious to the chaos caused, reaches you and offers up his snot-covered hand

HEY! My name's Billy; what's yours?

he looks at you, grinning