She was sitting here next to me, soaking in the diluted random humor of my generation know as Group X, when she starts rambling off at the mouth. This isn't anything new, but I payed a slight bit of attention for once and I realized, she had a great idea for a flash. Since I can't/don't want to animate, I'd rather just toss it out for the hell of it.

So, a hobo lives in a box. BUT! This particular hobo's life has been shaken down to the grungy core of his meager existence on this day. The government decided he could no longer keep his Dee-Lux refrigerator box in the park, and they took it away from him. Well, the hobo doesn't like that, and he might be a bum, but he ain't no damn bu.. er.. well. You know. He's a righteous bum. He goes on a bloody spree of vengeance against the park officials to get his box back. Punching babies, donkey-punching the park director's wife, you know. Standard fare.