Thinking quickly, you drop your pants and expel a torrent of liquid shit from your anus.
The cashier snaps away from his screaming and stares at you in utter bewilderment, wide eyed and mouth agape. This buys enough time for your melanated friends to escape, but you are not so fortunate.
You turn to run, neglecting to realize that your pants are still down, trip and fall flat on your face. Before you can get up, he is standing over you, gun pointed at your head.
<‘AY ‘ILL!! ‘ONT ‘OU ‘ARE FUCKIN’ ‘OVE!
He points angrily to your orb, which you had dropped on the ground.
<AND ‘LL ‘ONFISCATE ‘AT! ‘OU ‘AN’T ‘AVE ‘AT ‘IT! ‘OU ‘OLE IT, ‘IDN’T OU?
<‘UST ‘AIT UNTIL ‘E ‘OLICE COME! ‘OU’RE ‘UCKED!
What do you do?
