2096, eight p.m. on a Friday evening, Operation Vinegar was on the go. All we had to do was get good positioning and we could assassinate President Mickey Mac Donald and be famous. As I approached him I put my hand on the “vinegar” and was waiting for him to pass me. Then I shoved the katana through his stomach and the vinegar was too sharp and it pierced a random pedestrian minding his business and he was rushed to hospital. I felt so bad for him. I was sentenced to 734 years in a maximum security prison with the biggest and baddest people.