If you seek shelter from the heat in a nearby store
It's time for a long, aimless shopping spree. Just a way of passing time without being kicked out, wasting their precious AC on non-paying vagrants. You even have a shopping cart that you will not fill, knowing you can only take what you can carry.
As you slowly wheel the cart around, watching the pretty girls dressed in their summer clothes, you notice Microwaveable Andrew McFing Biscuits™. Is nothing sacred? Is anyone not a sell out?
They keep the aisle with the ice cream and frozen vegetables really cold. So cold. So cold and so good. Hard nipples to be leered all around. You can't help it, you tell yourself, and your specialty organs throb in your pants in agreement. Oh, yeah, that's the stuff. Just lean over and...
Your desire is overcome by a sudden flush of paranoia, so you to discreetly (but quickly) select some refrigerated sodas and turkey pie-style food in a can, making haste to get out of there.
Damn. That's all you can afford. Wheel your meager purchase to the register and hope no one saw you staring. Get out quick.
Phew! The check out line is empty!
Oh, oh... oh, no. You stop in horror and disgust.
That's fucking Sigall Hasterson. The prick! He is the only fucking cashier. What a bastard!
- If you bolt for the emergency exit screaming bloody murder
- If you run at full speed with the cart, jump up onto it as it approaches the register
- If you get into line and try to hold your wayward tongue
- If you scream angry vile at him
- If you start thrashing the store and yelling rude things
- If you attempt to force feed him the drug you have in your pocket