You don't know how long you where laying there on the sidewalk with your knife on the ground beside you. Seems like it must not have been long because you have not been arrested or taken to the hospital. You grab the knife and get up. You quickly job away from the area in case someone called the cops. You round the corner of an ally to your old enemy Sigall Hasterson walking down the street in a awkward suit and tie outfit. You lunge forwards and stab him in the guts with your knife. He crumples with a wet "oof!". You drag him into the ally and you work fast and furious. You split his scrawny belly open and pull out his strangely pink guts. You then fling the intestines into the wall hard. They splat and roll clingingly down the wall to plop wetly onto the ground. You read them then as Sigall gasps and twitches dieing behind you. Good news! Really fucking good news! The guts say this is your day. For now on every day is your day and you Win Win Win!
The End