“Well fiddly-dee-dee!” you cry, tilting your head to one side and throwing your hands into the air.
You mime holding a tophat and cane, high stepping down the sidewalk towards the man.
“Keep away from me, do you hear? Keep away from me, you…you freak!” He shouts as you dance nearer.
He rasises his gun and begins firing. You spin and leap and whoop joyfully, swatting away his bullets like gnats.
“Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens!” you sing, spinning ever closer.
Seconds later his throat is throbbing there in your hands. The bags of money lie at his feet.
“Please please please don’t kill me man,” he sobs, “You can have the money, take it! Take all of it. It’s all there; every red cent! Would you please just let me go?! I’ll never do anything ever again. Please!”
Squadcars squeal into the parking lot from every direction with sirens blaring. The officers roll out of their cars with guns drawn, barking commands. A police chopper buzzes overhead, its loudspeaker squawking incoherently. You’ve got to act fast.
Gleefully hurl the bank robber at the police chopper and fight the rest of the cops
Forget the man and create a fun party for the police
Do nothing; lie on the ground and try to sleep