*Stares at you* Why are you grinning like that? >.>
Who? Um, me? I just . . . have . . . cramps. Yeah, face cramps. I have to stretch my face muscles to prevent them. *Begins contorting face into various exaggerated expressions.*
............. That makes scene. "your story checks out."
Who? Um, me? I just . . . have . . . cramps. Yeah, face cramps. I have to stretch my face muscles to prevent them. *Begins contorting face into various exaggerated expressions.*
............. That makes scene. "your story checks out."
Yes, it does. I will be going now. *Begins hurriedly walking away.*
Uh, the bathroom. *Walks into the nearest building.*
Oh, I'll wait outside. *Fallows into building, and sits where I can see the entrance and exit.*
Several minutes pass. You hear a loud crashing sound from outside. Turning towards it, you see, in the alley on the other side of a window, a fallen over garbage can with trash spilling out of it and me lying on top.
*Fallows into building, and sits where I can see the entrance and exit.* 
*Fallows into building, and sits where I can see the entrance and exit.*