She missed her sister a lot...Almost every

She missed her sister a lot...Almost every day in fact...but she'd resolved that today would be different. Today she had scope and a much closer shot. Plus her sister was wearing

headphones to distract herself. A silencer muffled the sound of whizzing bullets as they passed her sister and embedded themselves into the wall behind her. Lucia cursed her aim,

toothpaste. Aim toothpaste was cheap. Tartar control my foot. He breath was so foul that she couldn't even concentrate to shoot someone. It was like fermented cabbage. She grabbed

a wad of toilet paper and stuffed some up each of her nostrils to staunch the stench. It worked, sorta. Then, she grabbed her firearm; it was back to business.

She kicked down the bathroom stall's door and took up a strategic position next to the exit. Peeking the gun out the door she glanced down the hallway--it was clear. She exited and

hopes of not being identified as Michael J. Fox by anyone else. He ran off to the nearest phone booth to don his mask, the part of his costume that hid his identity, and became

Bagel Man!

Bagel Man, you fill me with ham.

With cream cheese and lox you you make me a better man. Bagel man.