You peer into the materialistic eyes of the business asshat.
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...finally this ancient vase will be mine! Ahahahahahaha!...
You don't know what he's talking about. You're just a vase. If you had a face, it would appear deadpan, but you don't. So you appear blank. In any case, it would be incredibly fantastic if the place were a little bit livelier. And red.
"take me, and my power will be yours... hookers and blow, too, if that's your thing..."
You repeat that sinister mantra into that poor schmuck's brain, at first making him uneasy, but right now he seems really determined to get you. For free.
"So... where's the dough?", the dealer asks. "Uh... can I take a look at this thing for a sec? It looks really... I don't know? Something about it seems amiss."
"No touching, buster. Pay up to get it."
"No, I just want to take a teensy little look at it."
The Dealer jostles you up to his left arm, clutching you tightly. "No, fuck you! You ain't touching this shit until you pay up!"
The thieves ready their weapons: guns, bats, knives, pipes, all of the things that can make the hurty feel hurt. You can feel the air becoming tense; if it were a normal deal, the thieves would allow you to be seen up close, but it seems your influence is overarching.
"...you dare steal that thing away from me?!", the businessman angrily shouts. "THAT THING IS MINE!"
Shots are exchanged and the room is rapidly painted crimson, but for some reason, you are put back onto a table, sitting all pretty and shiny. You could enhance the tension by trying to fall. Cue winds strong enough to push you off your pedestal.
"NOOOOOOOOO!", both the dealer and the businessman shout, the two being the only surviving people in the warehouse.
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It is dark. The lights are flickering; your body is slightly chipped from the fall. There is silence - a lack of gunshots and screams, and a whole lot of bodies. You sit there on the floor on your side, contours allowing for movement.
You are still a vase. What do you do?