You're walking near the streets where you just seem like another person walking, heading somewhere. The sidewalk as clean as a newly bought car, and neat as a perfect square each tile and a brick wall to your right, that led into a boxing club, with posters on the wall saying in a blank paper "Boxing match on Thursday" written in sloppy handwriting in marker, you near a block when you see a figure to your right in an ally, on the ground on their knees moving their hands around the ground. A can falls out of the trash can nearby for unknown reasons. The person on the ground twist their heads and look towards you. A felling of shock passes you for a short moment, only to disappear instantly, and replaces with disgust, seeing a pile of trash where they were digging through. they then realize that you feel a feeling of disgust and hop up and turn towards your direction and go into a position where their legs are slightly bent, and extends their arms, showing the palms of their hands with all of their fingers extended and spread out. "WAIT! uh... So I know this looks bad but I have a really good explanation" he goes up slightly and lowers his arms a bit "So you know this boxing place right? one of these guys tossed my cigars and matches in the trash and now I'm looking for them" Out of curiosity, you ask "But why did they throw them out?" the man stands fully up, where it was heel to heel, and now he slouched a bit and his arms drooped. "I was-" "Playing Dirty" "Real bullshit if you ask me" the crossed his arm with that statement. You then ask, "Why did you get called for "Playing dirty" for?" with interest. "I pulled out a gun on them" your eyes widen with shock after hearing that. the man than starts bursting out hysterically, barely being able to stand up. "AHAHA- I- I CAN'T- AHA HA" the man suddenly falls to the ground and curls up into a ball laughing. after several minutes of laughter, he can finally speak "I'm- I'm sorry" he said out of breath "The look on your face was- was just too much" he giggled. He finally managed to keep a straight face and speak again "I actually just hit him in the chest too hard, and then he had a whole bunch of trouble breathing so they tossed my cigars and matchstick box" His eyes widen as he looked at your feet. "MY STUFF!" he shouted happily. You look to your feet and see a pack of cigars and a matchstick box fall out of the can that fell earlier. The man darted towards the items and picked them all up, including the can and disappeared nearly instant. You wonder where he is now.