It was a dark misty night. John was laying in bed contemplating his existence; depression had got him down farther than the depths of hell. John pulled out his phone and started searching for remedies on depression, when suddenly he heard a knock on the door *Knock Knock*. Startled, John stood up and peaked through his long matte black curtains and saw somebody in a black coat and hat, standing at his front door. John yelled towards the mysterious figure: "You tryna catch these big ass hands fool?". Shocked, the stranger seemed to gasp in horror at the uncouth language but nervously decided to step past the dividing line of the transom of John's home. As the stranger passed through the hallways, he was greeted by John's truly enormous hands which seemed to fill the entire living room.