I had to rob the store. Yes, it is very immoral, but this is life and death.
Plus I looked like a twelve-year-old Rambo, considering I was decked out with a survival pack and guns slung across my back.
The store was deserted and the clerk was staring into space.
Good, no one’s in there. I have to get his attention.
I kicked open the glass door with a crash.
The clerk looked at me like I was crazy.
“I’m robbing you.” I said, flatly.
The clerk just looked at me, then laughed loudly.
“With what, kid?” He said.
“This.” I said, putting a hand on the muzzle of my shotgun. “So like I said, I’m robbing you.”
“What’s that?! A toy!?”
I sighed heavily, and held the shotgun to his face with the ominous CHK , CHK of it cocking.
I watched the clerk’s pudgy face turn from laughing to a look of pure horror.
I did a “I’m watching you” gesture to him and packed up everything I need in my pack.
After I finished, just for fun, I smashed the glass door open with the butt of my shotgun.