Kowalski held the sausage in his hand, feeling unhealthy as he walked up to the window and looked out at the snooty neighborhood. He had always hated Chicago, with its damp and cold climate, and it seemed to bring out the worst in him.

As he looked around, he saw someone in the distance - someone who had been a constant annoyance to him, Robert. Robert was a rough-looking man with torn jeans and tattoos covering his body.

Kowalski sighed and glanced at his reflection. He hadn't asked for this, but he knew that sometimes you don't get what you want in life. He was a gentle-hearted beer lover with a bit of a beer belly, and his friends saw him as an easygoing, average guy. That's how it had been for him even in school, but time doesn't stop for anyone.

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He hoped he was ready for whatever Robert had in store. As Kowalski stepped outside and saw Robert approaching, he noticed a dead look in his eyes.

"Are you ready to go?" Robert yelled, slapping Kowalski's back with enough force to almost knock him down. "I frigging hate you," Kowalski said. "Save it," Robert replied. "Hate doesn't pay the bills."

Kowalski sighed, still holding the tattered sausage. "Robert, is this really necessary?" he asked.

They looked at each other and Robert simply said, "Yes."

Suddenly, Robert lunged forward and tried to punch Kowalski in the face. Quickly, Kowalski grabbed the sausage and brought it down on Robert's skull.

Robert let out an agonizing groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later, Kowalski realized that it was him lying on the ground as everything faded to black.