Dave was extremely confused. Moments ago, he had been within inches of committing murder, and now he was sitting on a slightly rusty park bench.
"Well, it's a very nice bench," Dave thought to himself. "Sturdy legs, quality welding, and an aesthetically pleasing vintage lattice back rest. A very nice bench, indeed."
Dave, being quite mentally unstable, quickly forgot about his earlier desire to steal the life from an innocent man who may have considered him a friend a few short hours ago.
Dave was quickly becoming rather attached to the bench. He thought it best to remain with the bench. Such a charismatic bench. Charming, perfect bench.
Dave loved the bench. The bench understood him.
"BENCH IS ALL!" Dave screamed at an indifferent sky.