Gary locked his apartment door and headed toward the bus stop. He might as well go on to work. With any luck, there would be a few left over cookies from yesterday's office party.

He barely took three steps away from his building, when a large man tapped him on the shoulder.

"Excuse me? Are you Gary?" He asked, forcing the words threw clenched teeth. Gary looked at the man, noting the crazed look in his eyes and his muscle bound arms straining the limits of his plaid work shirt.

"Maybe," he replied. "It depends on who's asking."

"Don't try to be cute with me. We know YOU are the reason there are no cookies."

"We?" Gary asked.

"Yeah," the man answered gesturing behind him at the growing mob behind him.