Why does it seem like every single time Rotorstorm decides to go for a nice stroll into the park, all of the weirdos and all of the assholes tend to gravitate towards the benches? Was she missing something? What was so great about these goddamn benches anyway? They weren’t even that comfortable.

The guy that she spots lounging on one today looks like he’s in a pissy mood or something, because he’s shooting glares at basically anyone that moves. Technically…she could just keep on walking by…but that’s no fun. Hell, if she’s being honest, this is half the reason she keeps coming back to the park.

As Rotorstorm moves in closer towards the bench, she catches sight of the giant, ugly brick that he’s holding and lets out a chuckle. “Please…please tell me that’s not your cell phone.”