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"Hey! Cut it out!" you command, your voice betraying your authority by cracking. "The name is a little clever."
"The name is awful. How is it clever?" Greg demands with the intimidating presence of a man who stands five foot nine. He's growing more confident.
"In the most basic form of cleverous...ness," you grasp at nothing.
"Which is?" he presses.
"....Rhyming?" you guess.
"Pfft," Greg tries to flip his hair, but with his crew cut it looks like his neck is spasming. "Rhyming is the dullard's paintbrush." He looks at you with a sly smile, then the body.
"What's going on with you? We have the money. Let's just leave," you plead. "Also you don't have enough hair to do the flip thing."

Greg joins you in moving back towards the exit. He whispers as you weave through racks of used pantyhose, "I have to admit something. This was my first violence. I think I have a taste for it. I quite enjoyed it."
"Shocking," you say, thoroughly unsurprised.
"I don't like what this has in store for my moral beliefs or how this will change me as a person, but for right now I'm gonna live in it. This is a unique moment," he smiles. "I like hurting people."
"Oh my God, Greg you gotta stop with that shit," you beg.
"Shit," he runs his hand across his head. "I left my ski mask in the front of the store."
"Are you sure you didn't do that on purpose so you could do more violence to my old boss?" you ask, disappointed.
"No, it was an accident," he denies as he heads back the other way. "But since I'm already going in that direction I..." he trails off.

Greg's a loose cannon. You're not going to wait around for him to finish beating 12 Hour Thrift's woefully naive owner. You sprint to the backdoor and barrel through it. As you emerge into the alleyway, you trip over yourself and meet the pavement.
"No way!" you hear a surprised voice call out.
You turn to see a husky looking manboy. He's wearing jean shorts underneath a pastel colored windbreaker. His hat is backwards so that you'll know he's cool and he's wearing sunglasses at 8:30 PM for the same reason. His face looks as if it has never been under the threat of facial hair and never will be. He takes a swig out of his Big Gulp. Manboy basically looks a parody of a 1980s college movie villain.

Then you take a look at yourself. Holding a gun in one hand, brass knuckles in the other, and a manila envelope full of cash under your arm. You're wearing a ski mask and have bloodstains on your jeans and shoes.

What do you do?

A) No witnesses. Take him out.
B) Bribe him with some of the money to stay quiet.
C) He's gotta get out of here before Greg comes back. Try to convince him to run.
D) Ignore him entirely and sprint straight past him.

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You don't have to put my thighs in the microwave.