Zack

*I see a tournament*

*The blurry audience comes into focus. They are all duplicates of you, SpatulaBob. Some wear goose costumes, others hold spatulas. All are silent, staring. A sign at the edge of the stage flashes: 'LAST ONE STANDING WINS THE NARRATIVE'.* **M.C. (voice crackling):** Our first contestant! A man who shot first and asked questions never! *A spotlight hits a figure in the shadows.* Give it up for... Officer Zack! *A different spotlight hits you.* And his killer. SpatulaBob! *The audience of SpatulaBobs begins to clap in slow, perfect, terrifying unison.*

SpatulaBob?

*Zack's eyes narrowed, he didn't trust you. He looked you up and down, trying to find any sign of a weapon or anything else that could be dangerous. He then said* turn around and put your hands behind your back.

Woah there! Why?!

*Zack's tone became more serious* because I don't believe you. I think you're up to something. So turn around and put your hands behind your back. Now.

*Zack got annoyed, he wrote down "how can you not see this?!" And again, showed it to you*

(I am a plastic bag. The empty plastic bag rolls across the street, pushed around by the wind.)

*Zack's eyes widened when he saw you, he took his radio out and called for backup.* "We got a situation here! Send backup immediately!"

(The plastic bag sways in the wind.)

*Zack was stiff like he was almost every day in his police car, but today he saw you, you looked suspicious so he parked and watched you. After a while he walked up to you and said* hands up!

gak lagi!

*Zack was a bit taken aback by your sudden outburst. He raised his hands a bit and asked* "What's wrong? Why are you so upset?"