> Turn to leave
After all, it's not worth risking getting eaten by a grue if you stay. As you turn to leave the streets, you hear heavy footfalls behind you. Finally that no life loser has a witty comeback!
When you turn around you find him, red-faced with rage, holding a tommy gun pointed directly at your chest.
> Insult him again!
Too late. The manager opens fire, ventilating you immediately. After firing 5,682 rounds into your body for an entire hour, he goes back inside the store. For the next three hours, your carcass is spit upon by passing travelers, the Grue Police, and the Mighty Grueslayer, only to be subsequently torn apart by Street Grues.
- *** You have died ***
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