One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. "What's happened to me?"
One afternoon, when Chris got off of work, he found himself in heavy traffic. He looked for alternative routes, and used his navi to try to find the shortest route home, unfortantely Chris found himself to be stopped by a roadblock. The police stopped him and asked to see his ID. After a long day of work, he attempted to reach for his wallet, he was surprised to find his wallet missing. "It looks like we may have to take you in?" The officer responded. Little did he know he was pulling over the DEA - and the officer was driving in an unmarked vehicle - Karma is a B*tch!