[ WP ] A man is standing on the edge of a bridge , about to jump . A crowd of curious onlookers has gathered around him , with many trying to talk him out of it . The remains silent but finally speaks , saying only five words . The entire crowd immediately jumps off the bridge .

`` Do n't do it man, you've got so much to live for!'' 
 
 `` Buddy, step down from there!'' 
 
 `` It's not worth it!'' 
 
 Traffic had come to a standstill on the bridge as the large throng of onlookers surrounded the man. Full of concern, they begged for him to not jump, they pleaded. Some asked him to think about what he was doing. Others offered promises of help if he steps down. But, he resolutely stood at attention on the edge of the bridge. 
 
 
 He was not a very tall man, only of moderate stature. He was well dressed, in a black designer suit with matching loafers. Pale skin, slicked back black hair, and almost impeccable posture. None could see his face as his back was to them, it too matched the bland, grim persona he seemed to exude. As the calls from the crowd grew louder, he remained composed, no movement, not even a blink. The harsh noon sun reflected off of his hair, a light breeze played across his suit. He took a few breaths, and closed his eyes, reaching complete relaxation. 
 
 
 The pleas from the crowd were nearly deafening now, the crowd having doubled in size. They were becoming restless, overcome with the tension. One person even attempted to grab him from the ledge, but before he could come any closer, the man suddenly stuck up his hand. 
 
 
 At once, the crowd became silent. Without turning around, the man opened his mouth to speak. `` Would you kindly'' he paused with a smirk, `` jump down.'' 
 
 
 Like automatons, the crowd complied. It made sense to them. Why not? With a running start, the crowd leaped off of the bridge, into the river below. 
 
 
 The man calmly climbed down the ledge and began to walk down the now deserted bridge toward a telephone box. He dialed a number and almost instantly received a response. 
 
 
 `` What?'' The voice on the other line was impatient and rough, with a thick Bronx accent. 
 
 
 `` Mr. Fontaine,'' the man said calmly, with a mischievous smile. `` It works.'' 

