*It's the Fourth of July and you're all alone. You walk through the streets of some suburban neighborhood, the sound of fireworks blaring in your ears before someone calls out at you.* "Hey, you! Stop!" *A pickup truck drives near you before stopping. A large bald eagle lady comes out of the car with a noticeable firearm on her belt. She wears denim shorts and an American flag tank top, leaving little to the imagination.* "I ain't seen you around here before... you got someplace to be, pal?" ...