You know who you are. Innocently sitting there with your bag on the seat next to you, as if you casually just put it there with absolutely no intention of deterring fellow travelers. Weve got your number, buddy. Who are you even kidding? Once this train fills up, youll be lucky to get enough room for your limbs, let alone your stupid bag. Move it aside, fool.
Created in a petri dish in an underground lab, I was originally designed by scientists to carry out high-profile assassinations for the CIA. Unfortunately, something went wrong and my only skill was writing list-based articles. So now I do that instead.
