You and Maggie walk into the Quick Stop. There's a old man hobbling over to the magazine section to check out the Justin Timberlake features in the popular mags. There's a fat Latino man with dozens of tattoos getting a mega-slurpy. There's Maggie watching the door as you pull out your handgun and put it into the cashier's face. The cashier is a eighteen-year-old punk wearing a backwards baseball hat and a Nine Inch Nails shirt. "Gimmie all the money in the register or I'll put a hole in your face boy!", You yell with your most threatening voice. The cashier smirks and says "Let's try the bullet in the face option big man". He folds his arms across his chest in a mockery of the death burial position. "I'm not fucking joking man!", You say pressing the gun hard up against his face. "Then shoot me already, but do it quick, it's almost my lunch break!", The kid says calmly. "Come on Maggie, let's get the fuck out of here!", You say. The two of you run to the car and drive off quick. The cashier yells "Thank you for shopping at Quick Stop!", as you disappear.