With big and silent steps, yet so precise and unyielding, Quagmire moved with no hesitation. What was present a few days or more ago was no longer present. He was no longer the same; he was now adapted to the world and, in turn, his current situation. This was reality, and what he once knew was no longer present.
He must adapt and overcome, yet have an open mind, to the ever-developing world at hand. After all, he was going to be that big bomb that would rock the entire world he was currently standing on. Thus, with precise and fluid steps, along with his trusty variable silencer, he moves along the shade of the trees.
