A middle aged business man exits his car, a gun in his waistband he grasps something not quite recognizable in his hand, he walks slowly and almost zombie like through a park and to the edge of a pond where a gator suns itself near the edge. The man pulls the gun from his waistband, revealed in his other hand is a dog collar, he slowly approaches the gator and points the gun at the sleeping reptile. After a few terse moments he screams and throws the gun into the pond, still clutching the dog collar he turns and walks away.
