CRACK ATTACK!
You turn your attention to the suckers...er, I mean, customers instead. The poor lady soils herself right then and there, and cowers behind her flabbergasted husband. "Just give him what he wants, George!" she urges him amidst her tears. "You got yourself a good woman there, George," you tell him. "Take her advice and I might not slash you up."
George, to your great astonishment, merely chuckles. "Son, you can suck my balls," he retorts. A stunned silence follows. Dammit, he's making this difficult. And to make matters worse, your mom grabs a nearby phone and her voice comes over the store's loudspeakers. "Security, we have a situation in the brain surgery department."
That bitch just called security on you! Your own mother!! "I'd start running if I were you, boy," George says half-jokingly. You really should stab that bloated-ass mother fucker. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you notice three security guards approaching. Think fast, crackhead!
George, to your great astonishment, merely chuckles. "Son, you can suck my balls," he retorts. A stunned silence follows. Dammit, he's making this difficult. And to make matters worse, your mom grabs a nearby phone and her voice comes over the store's loudspeakers. "Security, we have a situation in the brain surgery department."
That bitch just called security on you! Your own mother!! "I'd start running if I were you, boy," George says half-jokingly. You really should stab that bloated-ass mother fucker. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you notice three security guards approaching. Think fast, crackhead!