It was a frantic April morning when the men and women of the mafia went on their daily routine of murder and mayhem, yet suddenly a figure arose from above in the clouds to throw them all into a tizzy. Was it a bird? Was it a train? Was it a simple normal man? No, it was none of those. What was it? No one could fully understand, they were all in awe of his pectoral muscles which gleamed through his sweaty white shirt -- his brow rustling beautifully in the wind.

It was Revan. King Revan.

As he gently made his way to the city street, he looked around at the astounded and aroused and extended a hand towards the crowd. 

SPLOOSH.

A car past by getting the entire crowd even more wet than they were previously, but they did not care. They were too busy unable to take their eyes off of the man wonder, it was quite pathetic really. Walking over to a random woman he pulled out a sharpie and wrote his name in a scribbled mess across her forehead. She would never shower again, which was a common theme among women who were willing to sleep with him. That was not the point right now, however. 

He looked dead into the crowd and said two simple words with a powerful inflection, like that of a bull.

"I return." 

Then he simply walked away, never to be heard from again.

FIN.

OR IS IT?!?!

No, it is. You've wasted extra time standing here like a fool... or have you? There will be a prize if you keep going.

<font color="#BBBBBB">Nah. There won't be, thank you for coming.</font>

<font color="#BBBBBB">Haha, I said coming.</font>

Bye.