Sisyphus appeared on the streets in nothing more than rags covering the most delicate of areas. He noticed a debate going on, one which clearly had entranced most of the mafia in discussion. Yet the most important one and creator of the argument, Noid himself, had seemingly disappeared from the area with nary a word on the matter.

"I think this has settled itself, no? We should all move on."

As quickly as he had arrived, he disappeared, but not before adding one last thing.

"Noid was really cool."

DanceMonkey was convinced they walked into the twilight zone.

Let me see if I got this straight. Mobsters who have no shooting skills can save the lives of those who do. The mobsters who can't get to the shooting range die because they save lives when their bullets miss. The bullets missed are on national news. Am I onto something here?

Oh yeah the twilight is in full effect. 

If you shoot and miss you die. The inept shooter should die by the hands of their target.  A much needed concept needed here. Only cowards need inept shooters.  

I am not interested in the twilight zone.