[ CW ] Start with `` Everyone knew trying to run was futile , yet so far all of them tried anyway '' , end with `` I do n't make the rules , I just enforce them . ''

Everyone knew running was futile, yet so far all of the tried anyway. It was strange, how could the smell of tulips and freshly mowed grass be so repulsive? Issac did n't know, but he hoped that by watching he could find out. The grassy hillscape stretched out before him like a soft and green, unblemished as if it had been brought to him straight from God's template of perfection. The summer air was refreshing as he sucked in a full breath of it, oh how wondrous summer was. People ran screaming across the field before him, but so far he had yet to figure out why. 
 
 There came that voice again, `` Running is futile.'' The voice sounded finer than the finest choruses of the world all in harmony. He lay back in the flower bed, a string of thornless roses hung near to him, he pulled them closer so he could experience their heavenly scent. He propped himself up on his elbows so as to have a better view of the tree. An apple began to drop, he willed it to go to the side, but instead it mere centimeters from the ground. Hurriedly, he pushed himself up and ran to the tree, ignoring the dozens of people that ran past him in a panic. He neared the apple and pushed it to the ground. He had a sudden realization, and spoke it aloud: `` I do n't make the rules, I just enforce them.''
