It's the summer of 86 in Miami. You've slicked your hair back, put on the black panther cologne your mate Ron Burgundy gave you and you're ready to slide into your Ferrari. On the way to the club you see a homeless person pushing a trolley. You stop to the sidewalk. Walk over to him and arrest him for disorderly conduct. The streets are a dirty filthy place, only you can save it. Once you get to the club the rope opens for you and onwards you are greeted by the manager. Walking in champagne flows like water, and you partake in the festivites. Sipping your champagne surrounded by sillicone, you ponder on the arrest you made on the homeless guy. A smile emerges and evil laughter emerges deep from the belly. It's a rat eat rat, dog eat dog world.