Knives watch the clouds start to form and welcomed the burn of the rain, least it helped sooth the ache of the fifteen foot drop he suffered. Not long after he laid there there was a weathered face over the edge of the dumpster. [i]My luck must be changing, someone who actually says hi.[/i] He thought to himself laying there.

"And a good morning to you too!" he tried to sit up but both arms were out of commission and he needed at least one good arm to fix his bionic one. Alas he just flopped around the bottom of the dumpster like a fish out of water. "Hey could you lest do me the favor of at least sitting me up and maybe helping me pop my arm back into socket?"