I am in the bathroom and there is a fly on the wall. I call it a pervert. It flies closer to me and now I know for sure that it is a pervert. little pervert. So I finish going to the bathroom and then the fly is gone and I panic and look for the fly while I wash my hands and it's on the mirror and I'm glad it isn't in my pants because it's a possibility that perverts are in your pants. So I don't kill it and then I leave the bathroom and the pervert behind and only remember it so I can write a story about how I saw a pervert in the bathroom.