CRACK ATTACK!

You find a small child, standing alone in the expansive sea of asphalt. That should be an easy victim, you reason with your powerful crackhead skills of deduction. Gripping your shank tightly, you walk over to the little boy and scowl. "Alright, you little shit," you say. "Gimme all your money or I'll stab you. Or candy. Or toys. Just gimme whatever you got!"

The boy looks up at you and whimpers. "I can't find my mommy!!" And then he starts picking his nose.