One night, I was sneaking through the trainyards, looknig for a hobo to kill. No one would miss a hobo, you see, as they were always getting run over by trains or killed in bum fights. So with my rusty pipe I staled one and snuck up on him when he was asleep. My pipe brought vengeance upon his head, and I stole his lungs. Now the lungs are happy, b/c they get all the food they want, and occasionaly get to travel. The lazy hobo is content to sit in front of a computer all day and not use his body to lift things or do manual labor like hobos do. Instead my brain and fingers have to do all the work, but since the hobo lives in the lungs, he does not care, and is pleased with his lot. Sometimes I climb stairs though, and then he has to work. I will steal everyone's lungs with a rusty pipe if theyie not careful. The police will never catch me.