As the last customer walks away, you'll shake your first at
them.
"FUCK YOU, SHAWNA!" you'll shout before hurling
product at her face. Unfortunately the
bite missing from the decaying apple you were trying to sell her will totally
fuck up its aerodynamics and Shawna will be untouched by rotten apple. It will instead collide with the chest of a
passing police officer, who will, in turn, start beating you with his billy
club.
"Ain't got no respect for the old timey cops, eh?"
he'll mutter at you in a thick old timey New York accent between blows.
You won't have a ready response, which will be embarrassing
for a few minutes, until you lose mercifully consciousness.
Have fun filing for bankruptcy tomorrow!
Congratulations Second Hand Apple Salesman!
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