The crazy people were coming in droves, it would seem, to Bender. He was a bit sick of it, really. He needed sane people that could tell him to put on a pair of girly high heels and tap them all the way back to non-existent Shermer. Bender raised a cautionary eyebrow at the man clutching the bicycle handle bars tightly.
"It's some kinda never ending eclipse," he shrugged and shifted the weight of his shoulder bag filled with loot over to his other shoulder. "It's been like this for a couple of days now. I'd make the most of it if I were you. Get all the free stuff you can." John said flippantly, not really caring what the guy did.