Bill Cosby bent over and gripped Mic’s nose, lifting him into the air. Mic felt the bone of his nose snap from his cranium and he screamed. Bill Cosby, once an image of happiness and love, was about to throw him, by his nose, into a pit filled with lions, tigers, and bears (OH MY!). As Mic flew through the air into the pit, his whole life flashed before his eyes. He watched as he learned to walk, then to ride a bike. The time he got hit by a car- wait a minute, he had never got hit by a car. Images flashed inside his mind that he had never seen before. He saw himself killing people, sneaking through buildings, stealing things. What was this? Before Mic hit ground, his body rolled involuntarily, all by itself. He jumped to his feet, assumed a fighting position and gritted his teeth. Mic was confused, extrememly confused. He hadn’t done anything and his body had gone into a fighting stance he had never seen before. A bear charged forward. Mic closed his eyes and hoped.