You waltzed over to the strange box with your head held high. You were of course on the look-out for angry hobos who would fight to the bone to defend their own humble abode. When no hobos were in sight, you jogged the last distance between the box and you.

As you picked up the box, a weird, golden aura started glowing around it. The aura started flowing over your arm, you dropped the box in panic, but the box seemingly floated in mid-air, still connected to your arms. As the aura graced your chest, you felt your breathing slowing down. Just before you fell unconscious, one thought ran through your head.

''Samaritan deeds suck...''

Nap time's over!