From across the street you see Space_Pole, Poley, or freak as some people call him. He is setting out rows of crates, one row behind the other; he keeps one crate for himself.

With his insanely long arms he reaches up to his face and cups his mouth with his hands as to make a makeshift megaphone, he begins to speak;

As many of you now know my parents were related and I am their end product, for all the terrible traits they gave me, I did however inherit the ways of a master relaxation-ist. What the hell is that I hear you ask, well come sit down on my crates and ill educate. After all in these times of uncertainty and irregularity everybody needs to chill out and relax someway.

As people start to slowly wonder over and sit on the crates, Poley puts on some smoothing music from the inside of his Cadillac.

Ok are you all sitting comfortably, ok so ill begin.

Ok so I need you all to close your eyes and place your hands slowly and lightly, keep you necks nice and relaxed, slowly start to circulate your head clockwise. Pole speaks in a soft and inviting manner one that relaxes all of his subjects.

Ok so keep them eyes closed, ok so were are not sitting on a crate we are on a beach the slight north westerly wind just tickles the side of your face, the gentle swing of the hammock that you lay in gently rocks you into a daze, the warm sand that runs through your fingersis heaven.

The sound of the kettle drums that beat out in the background, coupled with the gentle waves that crash on the surrounding rocks all of which make this the nicest place on earth.

Can you feel that tingle sensation down your spine, the hairs that stand up on the back of your neck, well that’s it your there, no more wars, no more killings just pure bliss. Ok keep your self in that place, keep them eyes closed.

With that Poley slowly opens one eye after the other, remember to keep them eyes closed listen to the sea.

Slowly Freak boy raises one of his long, long arms and gently reaches into the pockets of all the relaxed subjects he has hanging off his every word, he pickpockets every single wallet and even manages to nick a few watches and pearl bracelets along the way.

Ok people count down with me 10,9,8,7, with that Poley jumps into his Cadillac and speeds off up the road.

3, 2, 1, the counting stops and everyone opens their eyes only to be greeted by a sign;

Damn that was too easy, check your pockets I bet you didn’t see that coming, next week ill take you on a wild drive by for all of you that dare.( or are stupid enough).

Death watches from his alley, comforted by the chill and stench of decaying vegitable matter. he never understood the concepts of music and relaxiation... being a corpse he seldom suffered from stress and with an ambient body temperature of 23.4 C he considered himself pretty much chilled. Still, it was an inventive way to pick pockets, he had to admit that... however it didn't seem to have any positive effect on the participants relaxation. Death decided it would probably be better if he just stuck to reaching into peoples pockets the traditional way. Almost subconsciously he reaches into iocaste's pocket and relieves him of $5000. Death wondered what made him so impervious to being pick pocketed and made everyone else so easy... perhaps it was just another one of his Alien Superfiend traits.

Tossing the empty wallet aside Death retreats back into the alley to await another victim.