text: [Themes: Humor, Noir, musical]
  
  > Look around
  The entire warehouse is cleared of its normal furnishings except for some support beams, and indigo light arcs in from high semicircular barred windows. The entire place is packed with StepEasy denizens, all spastically writhing to the bits of discordant music played by the band, dancing and yet pretending not to dance by writhing, remaining away from the legal limits of the choreography laws. It looks like you could move through the crowd west and northwest. The north part of the dancefloor from here is really packed and it would probably take a molotov cocktail to get in amongst the throng.
  
  A narrow window in the corner seems to be where clubgoers can check their coats.
  
  > go west
  A combo band and a microphone is set up in the opposite corner from the warehouse entrance. From here, you notice that there is a second floor walkway that would seem to lead to an upstairs apartment, but the fire-escape-like stairs are right in the middle of that violent throng of dancers in the northeast corner of the building. The warehouse entrance is to the east, there's a less-crowded section of dancefloor to the north, and a jam-packed throng of dancers to the northeast.
  
  The oddly-thin man in white stands disinterestedly. He does a strangely twitchy little kick with his knee bent and repositions his feet.
  
  A new-fangled music machine you've heard called a "jukebox" sits here against the wall.
  
  A brown-suited man backflips across the dancefloor as people move out of the way.
  
  > turn off the jukebox
  That's not something you can switch.
  
  You hear the Thin Man shout hoo and oddly enough, small
  objects seem to levitate off tables and hover in the air a moment before falling down again.
  
  > Pirouette
  Hold up tippytoes. Your fancy-stepping isn't going to be appreciated while you're wearing this heavy coat.
  
  The Thin Man tosses another coin in the air, then shouts hoo
  at it, making it hover. Then he says eehee a little louder,
  and the coin goes flying directly into the slot of the jukebox.
  
  > Pirouette
  Hold up tippytoes. Your fancy-stepping isn't going to be appreciated while you're wearing this heavy coat.
  
  The dancers PIROUETTE, pull their KNEES IN and they NOD NOD.
  
  > examine thin man
  He's tall and thin, wearing a glowing white suit and matching black-banded fedora that shadows his eyes. His body is always seeming both frozen in an angular position and in constant motion with part of his physique still and the rest moving subtly.
  
  surprisingly long time, almost as if gravity has no effect.
  
  The dancers HEELPIVOT, POINTPOINT and HEADPOP.
  
  > Go west
  A combo band and a microphone is set up in the opposite corner from the warehouse entrance. From here, you notice that there is a second floor walkway that would seem to lead to an upstairs apartment, but the fire-escape-like stairs are right in the middle of that violent throng of dancers in the northeast corner of the building. The warehouse entrance is to the east, there's a less-crowded section of dancefloor to the north, and a jam-packed throng of dancers to the northeast.
  
  The oddly-thin man in white stands at a weird angle. His hands move furitively over the brim of his white hat and his belt as if repositioning them with bird-like speed.
  
  A new-fangled music machine you've heard called a "jukebox" sits here against the wall pounding out extremely dense, complicated, bass-heavy music that makes your joints twitch involuntarily and, disturbingly, your rear-end tingle. You don't recognize the song, but the lyrics are too fast and don't make a lot of sense. It seems to be perfectly tailor-made for mindless dancing. You'd prefer some orchestral Brahms or, if feeling frisky, nothing more wild than a slightly up-tempo polka if you please.
  
  The dancers simultaneously JUMPSHRUG, SHOULDERROLL, and HEADPOP, then they turn to the southwest, while crossing the floor NORTHEAST, penetrating the crowded right dance floor where everyone makes room for them.
  
  > examine the band
  (the band equipment)
  Some very sluggish musicians occasionally play an atonal phrase on a saxophone or a clarinet, but the music doesn't make sense.
  
  The dancers LEAN over, hovering at an unnatural angle with their feet still on the floor, seemingly defying gravity. The crowd goes wild, and everyone on the dancefloor joins in, somehow knowing what move comes next at rapid-fire high speed.
  
  > Go north
  Spotlights operated by mysterious figures overhead pick out the most risque dancers on this parquet square of premium dance space that continues to the east. The band is south, and the warehouse exit is southeast. The even better dancers pack the floor to the east, and you're unsure if you could get through there to where that staircase leading up is.
  
  You notice a dim passage also to the west.
  
  All the dancers JUMPSHRUG and bring their KNEES IN, and they NOD NOD, and they HEELPIVOT, POINT POINT. Then they all do a HEADPOP, and they JUMPSHRUG, and they SHOULDERROLL, KNEES IN. Everyone does a HEELPIVOT, POINT POINT and finally STEPSLIDE out of it.
  Solo dances continue excitedly as the formation breaks up.
  
  > Go west
  This dim, slickly light green-painted corridor leads south and east back to the dancefloor. There is some lettering stencilled on the wall.
  
  A large man wearing thick glasses and sitting on what must be the worlds most tiny, uncomfortable stool glares dimly at you with his arms folded.
  
  > go to the south
  The bouncer says "Wisten bub. I'm watching that office, and I see you headed in that diwection. Just beat it."
  
  > Go east
  "Enjoy your evening in the cwub!" exclaims the dim bouncer, waving.
  
  Spotlights operated by mysterious figures overhead pick out the most risque dancers on this parquet square of premium dance space that continues to the east. The band is south, and the warehouse exit is southeast. The even better dancers pack the floor to the east, and you're unsure if you could get through there to where that staircase leading up is.
  
  You notice a dim passage also to the west.
  
  Everyone does a jump to the left.
  
  A gray-suited thug comes up behind the Thin Man taps him, and swings a roundhouse punch when he turns. The Thin Man easily deflects it, then shouts aaow. The thug is hurled back by unseen hands...like
  the Thin Man punched him with his mind!...
  
  > Go south
  A combo band and a microphone is set up in the opposite corner from the warehouse entrance. From here, you notice that there is a second floor walkway that would seem to lead to an upstairs apartment, but the fire-escape-like stairs are right in the middle of that violent throng of dancers in the northeast corner of the building. The warehouse entrance is to the east, there's a less-crowded section of dancefloor to the north, and a jam-packed throng of dancers to the northeast.
  
  The oddly-thin man in white stands aloofly. He points a finger up into the sky while looking away from it in the opposite direction for seemingly no reason.
  
  A new-fangled music machine you've heard called a "jukebox" sits here against the wall.
  
  > go east
  The entire warehouse is cleared of its normal furnishings except for some support beams, and indigo light arcs in from high semicircular barred windows. The entire place is packed with StepEasy denizens, all spastically writhing to the bits of discordant music played by the band, dancing and yet pretending not to dance by writhing, remaining away from the legal limits of the choreography laws. It looks like you could move through the crowd west and northwest. The north part of the dancefloor from here is really packed and it would probably take a molotov cocktail to get in amongst the throng.
  
  A narrow window in the corner seems to be where clubgoers can check their coats.
  
  > give the coat to the girl
  (the soaking wet black trenchcoat to the coat check girl)
  "You got something you need checked in?" she says unenthusiastically.
  
  (first taking the soaking wet black trenchcoat off)
  The girl smartly hangs your coat in the back room and hands you the marker for it. You tip her, and she says "Enjoy yourself."
  
  > Aaow
  "Aaow!" you say, sounding as if you've stubbed your toe.
  
  Everyone takes a step to the right.
  
  The Thin Man does this crazy thing with his feet - it appears he walks in one direction, but his direction of travel is usually opposite. Like he's walking somewhere with no gravity. Like the moon for example.
  
  > go to the west
  A combo band and a microphone is set up in the opposite corner from the warehouse entrance. From here, you notice that there is a second floor walkway that would seem to lead to an upstairs apartment, but the fire-escape-like stairs are right in the middle of that violent throng of dancers in the northeast corner of the building. The warehouse entrance is to the east, there's a less-crowded section of dancefloor to the north, and a jam-packed throng of dancers to the northeast.
  
  The oddly-thin man in white stands disinterestedly. He adjusts his trousers near his crotch seemingly oblivious to the fact that he is in public whilst pointing the thumb, index finger and pinky of his free hand off to the side.
  
  A new-fangled music machine you've heard called a "jukebox" sits here against the wall.
  
  The Thin Man moonwalks past in the background, pointing with his one right glove.
  
  > hit the jukebox
  You thump hard on the jukebox dome. Heyyyyy.... Surprisingly, this works, and the contraption lights up and selects a record.
  
  The music from the jukebox is otherworldly and incredibly pulse-pounding.
  
  The intro counts off, and a group of suited men run to the southwest corner of the warehouse near the jukebox and line up, ready to dance. The Thin Man is in the lead of the formation, singing lyrics that go by so fast you can barely understand them.
  
  > go to the north
  Spotlights operated by mysterious figures overhead pick out the most risque dancers on this parquet square of premium dance space that continues to the east. The band is south, and the warehouse exit is southeast. The even better dancers pack the floor to the east, and you're unsure if you could get through there to where that staircase leading up is.
  
  You notice a dim passage also to the west.
  
  > Aaow
  "Aaow!" you say, sounding as if you've stubbed your toe.
  
  > say aaow to bouncer
  "Nevew you mind that. I'm busy gawding the office! And I've got both my weft and my wight eyes on you! I'm watching you!" he assures.
  
  > Go south
  A combo band and a microphone is set up in the opposite corner from the warehouse entrance. From here, you notice that there is a second floor walkway that would seem to lead to an upstairs apartment, but the fire-escape-like stairs are right in the middle of that violent throng of dancers in the northeast corner of the building. The warehouse entrance is to the east, there's a less-crowded section of dancefloor to the north, and a jam-packed throng of dancers to the northeast.
  
  The oddly-thin man in white stands at a weird angle. He does a strangely twitchy little kick with his knee bent and repositions his feet.
  
  A new-fangled music machine you've heard called a "jukebox" sits here against the wall.
  
  You hear the Thin Man shout hoo and oddly enough, small
  objects seem to levitate off tables and hover in the air a moment before falling down again.
  
  > hit the jukebox
  You thump hard on the jukebox dome. Heyyyyy.... Surprisingly, this works, and the contraption lights up and selects a record.
  
  The music from the jukebox is otherworldly and incredibly pulse-pounding.
  
  The intro counts off, and a group of suited men run to the southwest corner of the warehouse near the jukebox and line up, ready to dance. The Thin Man is in the lead of the formation, singing lyrics that go by so fast you can barely understand them.
  
  > Knees in
  
  > Nod nod
  You all hold the pose for an instant, and then immediately
  
  > HEELPIVOT
  
  > Point point
  You get both directional points in, and instantly remember to
  
  > HEADPOP
  The headpops are ridiculously sharp and you apologize to your chiropractor silently as you and the other dancers line yourself up in a diagonal with the right dancefloor. While starting the traveling cross you have to
  
  > Jumpshrug
  You all jumpshrug in tight formation. The direction changes are ridiculous, but you continue to
  
  > Shoulderroll
  You roll your shoulders best you can while traveling in one direction without tripping and remembering to look in the opposite correct direciton with everyone else. The dance phrase ends with
  
  > Stepslide
  You can barely think in the hot, sweaty crush of writhing dancers.
  You are forced into some gymnastic positions and movements just to keep your feet on the floor. You could climb up a metal fire escape staircase that leads to the second floor walkway. The warehouse exit is south, the band platform is southwest, and the less-crowded section of dancefloor is east.
  
  Everyone puts their hands on their hips and pulls their knees in tight.
  
  > Up
  You leap onto the fire escape stairs and climb up to the walkway, where there is a door that leads out of the sweltering humidity of the nightclub into the cool blue-gray night. As you are making your way through, you hear a guttural shout from below--the lights change, and all the dancers move in slow motion. They writhe in a tight knot around the Thin Man, exclaiming random words and syllables and sounds in either wracking pain, desperation, or delirious ecstacy as the downside of Muse Terpsichore takes them out of their heads.
  
  Such are the results of a continuous life of dance-crime, you reckon sadly to yourself.
  
  You're on top of the warehouse where it has stopped raining, but a cool breeze ripples the puddles of rain that have accumulated. To your left, (the west that is) is the entrance to a shabby rooftop flat. To the north there is barely a step up onto the wide, low wall that surrounds the edge of the building. Between that and the gravel rooftop of the other building to the north is a sickening, likely fatal, plunge.
  
  You can see some flying bullets, a Chartreuse Thug, a Green Thug, a Blue Thug and a Red Thug here.
  
  You have to duck into the apartment to avoid getting filled with hot lead. You hurl yourself back inside as shrapnel clatters into the apartment wall.
  
  A standard tiny two-room flat, much tidier on the inside than out.
  The furnishings are spare, if neatly kept. There is minimal damage except to the window where the perp likely entered, and the carpet which is painted with darkening red bloodstains. The bedroom is west from here, and you can exit to the east.
  
  Miss Annie wrings her hands concernedly.
  
  You can also see a carpet (on which are some bloodstains) here.
  
  > go east
  You're on top of the warehouse where it has stopped raining, but a cool breeze ripples the puddles of rain that have accumulated. To your left, (the west that is) is the entrance to a shabby rooftop flat. To the north there is barely a step up onto the wide, low wall that surrounds the edge of the building. Between that and the gravel rooftop of the other building to the north is a sickening, likely fatal, plunge.
  
  You can see a Chartreuse Thug, a Green Thug, a Blue Thug and a Red Thug here.
  
  The Red Thug works to reload his gun.
  The Blue Thug sprays a rattle of machine-gun fire across the rooftop. In your adrenaline rush, the bullets seem to slow down as they approach.
  The Green Thug works to reload his gun.
  The Chartreuse Thug works to reload his gun.
  
  > Aaow
  "Aaow!" you say, sounding as if you've stubbed your toe.
  
  You have to duck into the apartment to avoid getting filled with hot lead. You hurl yourself back inside as shrapnel clatters into the apartment wall.
  
  A standard tiny two-room flat, much tidier on the inside than out.
  The furnishings are spare, if neatly kept. There is minimal damage except to the window where the perp likely entered, and the carpet which is painted with darkening red bloodstains. The bedroom is west from here, and you can exit to the east.
  
  Miss Annie wrings her hands concernedly.
  
  You can also see a carpet (on which are some bloodstains) here.
  
  > go east
  You're on top of the warehouse where it has stopped raining, but a cool breeze ripples the puddles of rain that have accumulated. To your left, (the west that is) is the entrance to a shabby rooftop flat. To the north there is barely a step up onto the wide, low wall that surrounds the edge of the building. Between that and the gravel rooftop of the other building to the north is a sickening, likely fatal, plunge.
  
  You can see a Chartreuse Thug, a Green Thug, a Blue Thug and a Red Thug here.
  
  The Red Thug sprays a rattle of machine-gun fire across the rooftop. In your adrenaline rush, the bullets seem to slow down as they approach.
  The Blue Thug sprays a rattle of machine-gun fire across the rooftop. In your adrenaline rush, the bullets seem to slow down as they approach.
  The Green Thug sprays a rattle of machine-gun fire across the rooftop. In your adrenaline rush, the bullets seem to slow down as they approach.
  The Chartreuse Thug works to reload his gun.
  
  "No! That needle is too big!" Rufus screams from the north. "AAAAAAAAAAAA!"
  
  > Shamone
  You shout "SHAMONE!" clearly although you don't quite have any reason to yet.
  
  You have to duck into the apartment to avoid getting filled with hot lead. You hurl yourself back inside as shrapnel clatters into the apartment wall.
  
  A standard tiny two-room flat, much tidier on the inside than out.
  The furnishings are spare, if neatly kept. There is minimal damage except to the window where the perp likely entered, and the carpet which is painted with darkening red bloodstains. The bedroom is west from here, and you can exit to the east.
  
  Miss Annie wrings her hands concernedly.
  
  You can also see a carpet (on which are some bloodstains) here.
  
  > Lean
  You can't go that way.
  
  "Go away you freaks of nature!" Annie calls, grabbing a china dinner bell and chucking out the door at the thugs outside.
  
  You hear grumbling and random bursts of machine-gun fire from the thugs on the rooftop.
  
  > Go east
  You're on top of the warehouse where it has stopped raining, but a cool breeze ripples the puddles of rain that have accumulated. To your left, (the west that is) is the entrance to a shabby rooftop flat. To the north there is barely a step up onto the wide, low wall that surrounds the edge of the building. Between that and the gravel rooftop of the other building to the north is a sickening, likely fatal, plunge.
  
  You can see a Chartreuse Thug, a Green Thug, a Blue Thug and a Red Thug here.
  
  The Red Thug sprays a rattle of machine-gun fire across the rooftop. In your adrenaline rush, the bullets seem to slow down as they approach.
  The Blue Thug works to reload his gun.
  The Green Thug works to reload his gun.
  The Chartreuse Thug works to reload his gun.
  
  > Lean
  You lean unaturally forward, defying gravity with your feet on the floor.
  The thugs have a brief conversation about how dealing with sorcery
  was not in their contract.
  
  The bullets whiz right over you.
  The Red Thug works to reload his gun.
  The Blue Thug works to reload his gun.
  The Green Thug sprays a rattle of machine-gun fire across the rooftop. In your adrenaline rush, the bullets seem to slow down as they approach.
  The Chartreuse Thug works to reload his gun.
  
  > Eehee
  Wow, that takes a lot of stomach muscle.
  
  "Eehee!" you exclaim, just not feeling it.
  
  You have to duck into the apartment to avoid getting filled with hot lead. You hurl yourself back inside as shrapnel clatters into the apartment wall.
  
  A standard tiny two-room flat, much tidier on the inside than out.
  The furnishings are spare, if neatly kept. There is minimal damage except to the window where the perp likely entered, and the carpet which is painted with darkening red bloodstains. The bedroom is west from here, and you can exit to the east.
  
  Miss Annie wrings her hands concernedly.
  
  You can also see a carpet (on which are some bloodstains) here.
  
  > Go east
  You're on top of the warehouse where it has stopped raining, but a cool breeze ripples the puddles of rain that have accumulated. To your left, (the west that is) is the entrance to a shabby rooftop flat. To the north there is barely a step up onto the wide, low wall that surrounds the edge of the building. Between that and the gravel rooftop of the other building to the north is a sickening, likely fatal, plunge.
  
  You can see a Chartreuse Thug, a Green Thug, a Blue Thug and a Red Thug here.
  
  The Red Thug works to reload his gun.
  The Blue Thug works to reload his gun.
  The Green Thug sprays a rattle of machine-gun fire across the rooftop. In your adrenaline rush, the bullets seem to slow down as they approach.
  The Chartreuse Thug works to reload his gun.
  
  "MISTER, JUST SO YOU KNOW I'VE WRIGGLED OUT OF THE ROPES THEY TIED ME UP WITH! I'M TRYING TO GET OVER TO THE BIG RED BUTTON ON THE MACHINE THAT--what? Oh. All right. NEVER MIND, MISTER!"
  
  > Hoo
  "Hoo!" you say, without much conviction.
  
  You have to duck into the apartment to avoid getting filled with hot lead. You hurl yourself back inside as shrapnel clatters into the apartment wall.
  
  A standard tiny two-room flat, much tidier on the inside than out.
  The furnishings are spare, if neatly kept. There is minimal damage except to the window where the perp likely entered, and the carpet which is painted with darkening red bloodstains. The bedroom is west from here, and you can exit to the east.
  
  Miss Annie wrings her hands concernedly.
  
  You can also see a carpet (on which are some bloodstains) here.
  
  > go east
  You're on top of the warehouse where it has stopped raining, but a cool breeze ripples the puddles of rain that have accumulated. To your left, (the west that is) is the entrance to a shabby rooftop flat. To the north there is barely a step up onto the wide, low wall that surrounds the edge of the building. Between that and the gravel rooftop of the other building to the north is a sickening, likely fatal, plunge.
  
  You can see a Chartreuse Thug, a Green Thug, a Blue Thug and a Red Thug here.
  
  The Red Thug works to reload his gun.
  The Blue Thug sprays a rattle of machine-gun fire across the rooftop. In your adrenaline rush, the bullets seem to slow down as they approach.
  The Green Thug works to reload his gun.
  The Chartreuse Thug sprays a rattle of machine-gun fire across the rooftop. In your adrenaline rush, the bullets seem to slow down as they approach.
  
  > Lean
  You lean unaturally forward, defying gravity with your feet on the floor.
  
  The bullets whiz right over you.
  The Red Thug sprays a rattle of machine-gun fire across the rooftop. In your adrenaline rush, the bullets seem to slow down as they approach.
  The Blue Thug works to reload his gun.
  The Green Thug works to reload his gun.
  The Chartreuse Thug sprays a rattle of machine-gun fire across the rooftop. In your adrenaline rush, the bullets seem to slow down as they approach.
  
  > Lean
  Wow, that takes a lot of stomach muscle.
  
  You lean unaturally forward, defying gravity with your feet on the floor.
  
  The bullets whiz right over you.
  The Red Thug sprays a rattle of machine-gun fire across the rooftop. In your adrenaline rush, the bullets seem to slow down as they approach.
  The Blue Thug works to reload his gun.
  The Green Thug works to reload his gun.
  The Chartreuse Thug sprays a rattle of machine-gun fire across the rooftop. In your adrenaline rush, the bullets seem to slow down as they approach.
  
  "No! No! Not prune juice!" wails Lenny from the north.
  
  > Lean
  Wow, that takes a lot of stomach muscle.
  
  You lean unaturally forward, defying gravity with your feet on the floor.
  
  The bullets whiz right over you.
  The Red Thug sprays a rattle of machine-gun fire across the rooftop. In your adrenaline rush, the bullets seem to slow down as they approach.
  The Blue Thug sprays a rattle of machine-gun fire across the rooftop. In your adrenaline rush, the bullets seem to slow down as they approach.
  The Green Thug sprays a rattle of machine-gun fire across the rooftop. In your adrenaline rush, the bullets seem to slow down as they approach.
  The Chartreuse Thug works to reload his gun.
  
  > Lean
  Wow, that takes a lot of stomach muscle.
  
  You lean unaturally forward, defying gravity with your feet on the floor.
  
  The bullets whiz right over you.
  The Red Thug works to reload his gun.
  The Blue Thug works to reload his gun.
  The Green Thug sprays a rattle of machine-gun fire across the rooftop. In your adrenaline rush, the bullets seem to slow down as they approach.
  The Chartreuse Thug works to reload his gun.
  
  > drop the farm
  Wow, that takes a lot of stomach muscle.
  
  Dropped.
  
  You have to duck into the apartment to avoid getting filled with hot lead. You hurl yourself back inside as shrapnel clatters into the apartment wall.
  
  A standard tiny two-room flat, much tidier on the inside than out.
  The furnishings are spare, if neatly kept. There is minimal damage except to the window where the perp likely entered, and the carpet which is painted with darkening red bloodstains. The bedroom is west from here, and you can exit to the east.
  
  Miss Annie wrings her hands concernedly.
  
  You can also see a carpet (on which are some bloodstains) here.
  
  > Go east
  You're on top of the warehouse where it has stopped raining, but a cool breeze ripples the puddles of rain that have accumulated. To your left, (the west that is) is the entrance to a shabby rooftop flat. To the north there is barely a step up onto the wide, low wall that surrounds the edge of the building. Between that and the gravel rooftop of the other building to the north is a sickening, likely fatal, plunge.
  
  You can see an alien ant farm, a Chartreuse Thug, a Green Thug, a Blue Thug and a Red Thug here.
  
  The Red Thug sprays a rattle of machine-gun fire across the rooftop. In your adrenaline rush, the bullets seem to slow down as they approach.
  The Blue Thug works to reload his gun.
  The Green Thug works to reload his gun.
  The Chartreuse Thug sprays a rattle of machine-gun fire across the rooftop. In your adrenaline rush, the bullets seem to slow down as they approach.
  
  > Hoo
  "Hoo!" you say, without much conviction.
  
  You have to duck into the apartment to avoid getting filled with hot lead. You hurl yourself back inside as shrapnel clatters into the apartment wall.
  
  A standard tiny two-room flat, much tidier on the inside than out.
  The furnishings are spare, if neatly kept. There is minimal damage except to the window where the perp likely entered, and the carpet which is painted with darkening red bloodstains. The bedroom is west from here, and you can exit to the east.
  
  Miss Annie wrings her hands concernedly.
  
  You can also see a carpet (on which are some bloodstains) here.
  
  > Go east
  You're on top of the warehouse where it has stopped raining, but a cool breeze ripples the puddles of rain that have accumulated. To your left, (the west that is) is the entrance to a shabby rooftop flat. To the north there is barely a step up onto the wide, low wall that surrounds the edge of the building. Between that and the gravel rooftop of the other building to the north is a sickening, likely fatal, plunge.
  
  You can see an alien ant farm, a Chartreuse Thug, a Green Thug, a Blue Thug and a Red Thug here.
  
  The Red Thug works to reload his gun.
  The Blue Thug sprays a rattle of machine-gun fire across the rooftop. In your adrenaline rush, the bullets seem to slow down as they approach.
  The Green Thug works to reload his gun.
  The Chartreuse Thug sprays a rattle of machine-gun fire across the rooftop. In your adrenaline rush, the bullets seem to slow down as they approach.