The subway stopped at the intersection of 69th and 42nd. The only man on the subway was a short, boring man, staring at his phone as he waited for the Subway to reach its final destination: Susy Grove. No one else was really planning on hopping on the subway at 3 AM, so the man was just riding smoothly… Until another man hopped onto the subway.

The man had no idea what this other man was doing on the subway. He seemed… strange. That would prove itself when the other man, this stranger on the subway, scooched over towards the man, with his catlike ears twitching… wait, why was there a CATBOY in the real world anyway?

“Good morning, fellow Fardican,” the stranger said as he receded into gremlin pose and smirked. “I am Y.O.U.R M.O.M.”

The man sat there confused. This man was WAY too young to be his mother. “Ah, I was just joking,” the stranger stated after an awkward period of Silence as the man exhaled. “Wanna see a beautiful performance?” the stranger asked the man as he returned to a normal standing position. The man nodded as he put his phone in his back pocket, seemingly unaware of what would happen.

So, the stranger started his performance. It was beautifully scatological and awkward, full of poop jokes and random humor. “E” was stated ten times- “Fart” was stated 20.

The man stood there stunned. “What the heck?” he thought to himself, grabbing his phone back from his pocket. Soon, the subway stopped at 75th and 85th. The stranger grabbed onto the man’s hand, trying to drag him out of the subway to hang out with him. The man pushed away so he could remain on the subway and make it to Susy Grove like he wished: There was nothing he needed near 75th or 85th. Soon, the subway doors closed as the stranger left.

“Why do I even exist?” The man thought as the subway continued traversing to Susy Grove.