You are chased out of town over your hydroponic chicken experiments
As usual, it takes a case of Coyote Hsuan "Psychotropic Root Stout" to build up the nerve to start decapitating the chickens you've been prepping in your laboratory. The tanks are cleaned and ready, the tubing is lubed for stuffing down the throats: now all that is left to do is to get the job done.
The lids pop off the bottles so easily, and the fizzy flavour is so refreshing.
Eight stouts into your courage binge, you hear and feel a loud hammering against your door, heavy enough to make the walls shake and floors vibe unhealthily. Flames flicker from behind the curtains of your sealed windows, held high by unseen hands. If your vision was not so unclear, you would be able to tell they are humans, not terrible shades come to snatch your soul away.
"Open up!" calls a voice you recognise as belonging to that crone who lives next door. "We know what you ben doin', an we come to put a stop to it!"
"I am an upstanding citizen! Leave me alone, blast you!" you call back, not even approaching a convincing tone as you guiltily grab your coat and bag from the next room.
"You've got to the count of ten to come out... or we bust in the door!"
The back door is still open when they finally make their way in.
- You try decide to hitchhike northward
- You stop at a pay phone to call your contact
- You hide in some bushes and hope that this all clears itself up
- You start to feel the effects of the stout you've been drinking
- You wait until everyone is inside before you set off the bombs
- You try to use your psi-powers to teleport yourself away