So I met a few of the people from the burning village, who use pikes and spears, and local cooking sharps and utensils to fight instead of bullets. They apparently had some lynching plans, being a very dignified and noble person of my status, I asked them, "What lynching meant?"
"Shut up and don't argue with us. Where is Adam Bigcoc?" One of the mob members asked me, and I pointed her at a person eating a sandwich at a corner on the other side.
