[ Walking down the street wearing sensible shoes, a two-piece suit, and a trenchcoat to ward off the cold, this angel of the Lord is on a mission for answers. He's traversed the entirety of the town by now having needed to do it by foot considering his driving skills amounted to driving his car into his water heater five seconds after he turned it on. Walking was the better choice. At least until he found himself on the wrong side of a one-man war.
The first snowball hits him square in the back. The white powder smears across his trenchcoat and he stops long enough to get hit a second time. Turning around, he finds the source of the attack when a third snowball catches him on the shoulder. He doesn't flinch or gets angry but merely looks at them with a perturbed look. ]
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The first snowball hits him square in the back. The white powder smears across his trenchcoat and he stops long enough to get hit a second time. Turning around, he finds the source of the attack when a third snowball catches him on the shoulder. He doesn't flinch or gets angry but merely looks at them with a perturbed look. ]
What are you doing?