Avant garde, no?

A darkened Collingwood alley. Water drips to the cobblestones from a rusted gutter as our interpid hero Dr. Cam saunters his way home.

What's this? A thug emerges from the shadows. A heart filled with hate and alcohol, does he wish our hero harm?

Perhaps.

"How'd you like me to smash your fucken face in?" he asks.

"I think I'm right," replies Dr. Cam.

And thus another dangerous confrontation is resolved.

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