I walk into the coffee shop where I'm known as a mild-mannered regular, now dressed in my brand-new shades, leather jacket, and motorcycle boots. Everyone expects "Bad to the Bone" to start blasting diegetically, but they're shocked when "No More Mr. Nice Guy" by Alice Cooper plays instead. These people really have no idea what's in store for them.
once i got to look through some archive records for a small canadian town. they had a jail. at one point the only resident of the jail was: a fox. they caught a fox and didn't know what to do with it, so they put it in the jail. i have often thought of this fox, sitting in jail.