Walking down the street, I saw a man. This man wore a stereotypical suspicious trench coat, a fedora hat, and dark sunglasses. I thought that it was odd, seeing as it was night. Unfortunately for me, the only way to get to where I needed to go was to walk past this man. Now, walking alone at night can be a nerve-wracking experience. I decided that there was only one way to get through this situation safely. I proceeded to remove my pants, my shoes, and my shirt. I folded them up gently and put them into a neat stack on the ground. The man appeared to glance in my direction, and quickly looked away. I then proceeded to calmly walk towards the man, slowly increasing my pace. As I proceeded to go into a sprint, I began to flail my arms. When I was close to a few yards from the man, I erupted a continuous piercing screech. The man quickly turned around and exclaimed "What the fuck are you doing?". I stopped a few feet short of him, and shouted "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RANCE!".