It's just another day in day in London town. Wait a minute, how did I end up here? Has my memory been wiped? No, I specifically remember my memory being intact. That was a close call. Suddenly I hear some sirens, and a host of cop cars fly around the corner. Someone must have done something really bad. OH NO THEY'RE COMING AFTER ME! I'm innocent of all crimes, so it must be a case of mistaken identity. That or something sinister is going on. I'll play it safe and assume the latter, even if it means I get a-battered.
I run down an alley, chased by loads of cops and dogs and that. I get to some sort of tall chain-link fence, so it seems a bit like I'm trapped. Not really though, because I climb over it. One of the dogs slams his fist against the fence in frustration. This should buy me some time. Maybe I should phone the police and explain the misunderstanding? Nah, screw that, I'll just keep running. I take a shortcut through someone's flat, but they don't even react to the intruder, they just keep watching TV with a shocked look on their face. I grab some dinner of the table to lighten the mood. Yum, tasty chicken. Eurgh, a bone. I went back to throw it at them, then kicked their iPods down the stairs in a tumbling technological disaster the likes of which the world has never seen.
I was almost free from this individual chase. For some reason I ran into a tunnel, but there was a load of cops at the other end. I turned around and there were cops at that end too. "We have you surrounded, put your hands up". Was I done for?
"No" is the answer. "Oh, I'll put my hands up alright" I said. I then severed my real arms and replaced them with super-human cyborg arms, using them to smash a hole in the top of the tunnel. I yanked myself up, cleverly avoiding all of the bullets using limbo grooves, and ran off into the night...