(with apologies to Kevin Smith.)
As soon as you start running, the clerk shouts, "Hey!" and gives chase. "Damned savages in this town!" This guy really is trying to rip you off! You have to find a cop somewhere!
You're pretty fast, but somehow the clerk is catching up to you, so you take a chance and leap over a short wall.
The short wall turns out to be a railing for a sudden drop-off, and you shriek as you fall 20 feet... and land perfectly on all fours, undamaged. You blink, and whip your head up to see the clerk looking at you. He pounds his fist on the wall and says, "Aw, I'm not even supposed to BE here today!"
You do some more running, and you're sure you've lost the clerk - but are completely lost.
You're now in an alley someplace with doors, windows, brick walls, and a street to each side. You take some time to catch your breath.
"I don't appreciate your ruse, sir." You hear from the end of the ally. You look. It's the clerk. He's holding a gun on you. You throw your hands up.
"My what?"
"Your ruse. Your cunning attempt to trick me." You realize he's only holding a stick, not a gun.
"Hey. That's not a gun." You say, relaxing and putting your arms down.
"I hope it feels good."
"You hope what feels good?"
"I hope it feels so good to be right."
"You're the one trying to rip ME off, anyway, so - what - you want my wallet? I got, like, 5 bucks in here, and some credit cards."
The clerk shakes his head. "Cash only, and that costume costs $500. Besides, you left the shop without paying in the first place: that makes you a thief even if you make amends now."
"Look, I didn't steal anything." You say, throwing your arms up.
The clerk shakes his head. "I'm stuck in this pit, working for less than slave wages, working on my day off, the register doesn't open, I deal with every backward-assed fuck on the planet, and I get YOU in my store stealing stuff! I don't need this!"
The clerk shouts something incomprehensible, and a blue beam shoots out of the stick and hits you square in the chest. You jump back in fright, but besides a vaguely pleasant warm feeling, nothing happens to you. You look up.
The clerk is casually walking away, and says "You're not allowed in The Second Skin anymore! Savages."
You frown in confusion. "Hey! What- what was that?" But he's gone. You jog down to the end of the alley and look, but he's gone.
Weird.