It was an average night in town, and me an' my droogs were out and about in search of a bit of fun. I could feel the moloko-plus all coursing through my krovvy, gettin' me in a real horrorshow mood. But what to do? We could always go catch some dama to give the ol' in-out-in-out, or we could find another shaika and have a nice fight...

My thoughts were derailed as my glazzbolls landed on a figure in one of the merzky back-alleys. A grin stretched the corners of my mouth as I began strolling over, the rest of my droogs close behind.

"You're an odd sod, to be somewhere this filthy, this late. Looking for trouble, droogie?"