You enlist Cobbert’s aid.
COBBERT… IF YOU DON’T HELP ME OUT HERE.. I MIGHT DO SOMETHING I FUCKIN’ REGRET…
Cobbert quickly steps up, with a politeness that seems out of place in this situation.
<Hey, look, alright. How about we compromise? You pay us 20 dollars for the service. Everyone walks away happy.
The businessman remains unconvinced.
A compromise? I DIDN’T ASK YOU FOR YOUR “SERVICES”! In fact, I would rather you had not given them! This is a pathetic scheme and you thugs should feel ashamed of yourselves. Now, I’m going to be off, and if you so much as touch my car again I’m calling the police. You should feel lucky I’m not calling them now for smearing my truck with your filth.
He turns and begins walking towards the gas station entrance.
It appears this man is severely misguided.
What do you do?
