OMG

LOOK AT MY BEARS!!! I should put my short short story here :)

Suppose someone approached you at the market. Bear (aw!) with me here, because I surely have a point, otherwise I would not burden myself with talking to the likes of you. There was once a young man that did this to me and now I should like to put you into my shoes.
Do not think that I've gone off the beaten track with my previous statement, to imagine someone approaching you at the market. It is a warm day in late September. The market square is full to the bursting point with vendors and shoppers; traders. Colourful banners hang about and are teased by a gentle breeze that carries the scent of baked goods and fresh food to the noses of those too poor to buy it. The noise is almost overpowering but it's joyfulness eases your worry about being in a vicinity among so many other beings. Jesters stand in every open space presenting tom-foolery for a few coins and musicians play to the best of their ability (sadly, it's poor) with the same, amiable goal. Everywhere people are talking and laughing.
So anyway, there you are, lost in humanity, and a young man approaches you. He tries to push past you and move on, but there are so many people that all he succeeds in doing is stepping on your foot. Unfortunately for him, you take this as a threat. And unfortunately for him, your genetics have been tampered with throughout the years and you're not wired correctly. Unfortunately for him, you've been trained to be a hero for the past ten years and this is your first time in public since childhood.
In your poor, disconnected mind, the only thing that makes sense to do is take a dagger from your cloak with deathly speed, and plunge it into this man's heart. And so you see, the reason I have rotted in this cell for the past forty years is because I was charged with the murder of the Prime Minister's son. May I kindly ask you to not touch my foot?