Eye Witness Walking down the Street Near Sherwood Park...at Twilight

It's a misty miosty evening on the day of today 24th. I decided to expand my present search for the heathen stalkers in a place that is not only cheery, but won't aggravate my hobo allergies, there are far too many hobos in the area, they are simply the most scatter brained organisms I have ever encountered. One day I encountered one that spoke a peculiar kind of language, this man wore pants far too large for my taste and had something he liked to call a "doo rag" round his head. He then spoke to me saying..."where all da hoes at?" assuming this man was not from the cheesy wonderland known as my beloved Wisconsin, I decided to take pity on the man. "Would you like a little snack my dear boy?" I exclaimed. "Real Talk! who dis foo, tryin tell me? WHERE DA HOWS AT?" I then replied "Or perhaps a nice stuffed penguin named Casca or even a chocolate protein muffin, doesn't that sound delicious!" Now the man seemed unnerved by this and flashed his gold teeth at me with a crude glare. "MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNN dis bitch is wak!" The man then preceded   to leat me in the dust! I was going to offer him a perfectly good childs toy and a nutritious snack! The nerve of this man! So what could I do! I enforced the Wisconsin way! I threw my gantlet down! "Hazah! my friend! HAZAH! you have cut my heart in twain! HOW DARE YOU REFUSE MY SWEET NOTHINGS! Have at thee HOBO!" before I could get at the smooth talking devil man however, I heard a loud CRACK! and then a BANG! I turned my head to find too other men engaging in combat (well at least they appeared to be men you can never be sure in a  obscure and racy town such as this! Although I never judge, I truly believe men and women can do what ever they like, whenever they like...as long as they keep that party far away from me) NOW IT'S A PARTY! I decided to cheer one of them on as the confused hobo on my left shouted something queer in his native language. "HOLD UP, ITS DA POE POE. ROLL OUT!" and he ran away....very strange. The other two men continued to quarrel until the clearly superior of the two punched the other in the stomach taking his effects and running away. This seemed mighty unsports-man like to me but I congratulated him nonetheless. It wasn't until shiny bright lights began to go off in my head that I deduced something fairly fishy going on. I needed my cape. I didn't feel nearly sneaky enough. perhaps I will view the rest of the scene from this here TREEEEEEEEE!!! oh dear....I think this place is getting to me. More later bloggers! SKETCHY DAVE THE THIRD ROLL OUT!