* The city's percussion section is large, but it doesn't usually play together consciously.

The restaurant space on the corner was being remodeled, on its way to being a new restaurant. Someone inside was nailing nails with a complex and musical rhythm.

A man was walking by on the sidewalk who was carrying a set of bongo drums. He kept walking and picked up the nailing rhythm on his drums and elaborated on it.

The nailer elaborated back as the bongo player walked on and played on. Therefore, there is a God.