Kurt stepped briskly onto the sidewalk, he paused, pretending to check his pockets for daily necessities while he swiftly and subtly kicked the mouse carcass sending it successfully away from his front door. He'd misjudged his apparently vast mouse kicking abilities and it ended up flying across the street landing propped up in a gutter, where it sat, it's beady eyes seeming to glare at him accusingly. He chuckled and hurried off to the station hoping he actually did have everything he needed.
Once at the bus stop he checked his pockets, starting with the front vest and he found within a bannasteak Zest bar, for midday power snacking, his cruise ticket and his eWallet, which accessed hammer space to store his drivers license, bank card, and the photos of the smiling robot family which had come with it. In the pockets of his red and yellow striped Lycra comfort pants he found nothing, for the glorious material was far to tight and unyielding to fit anything inside the small, awkwardly placed pockets.
The 6666969 bus pulled into the stop and Kurt entered, sitting across from an elderly gypsy woman cradling a shotgun. Kurt slapped his forehead, exasperated with his forgetfulness.
He'd forgotten toady's scheduled riots, sheepishly he looked around the bus to see if any weaklings were packing heat he could steal. He decided the gypsy woman had lived a long and exciting life and would fall first in battle anyway, so he deftly sprung from his seat and grasped her head in his large hands. He slammed her face first into the safety railing, her stringy white hair flew in all directions, blood eventually matted the majority of it to her forehead. The bus driver blew his whistle and pointed to the 'NO UNSCHEDULED RIOTING ON BUS' and pointed to the clock. 'Riot don't start till 3pm bub' the driver yelled back to Kurt who stood embarrassed at his social faux pas.
He returned to his seat, blushing and placing the shotgun back on the old woman's now rigid blood covered corpse. It tumbled off her side when the bus reached Kurt's stop and the woman followed suit. The gun slid towards the exit door and, shrugging, Kurt picked it up, just in case.