The Valium leaves you a little... fuzzy, but you think you can manage. The thought of going batshit occurs to you, but you decide to leave that as Plan C for now. What'll Plan A and B be? Well, there's a gunstore, but it's outside and besides, you've only really used guns on hunting trips. Still, getting there seems like a good ide - oh my goodness, the money, you almost forgot. That's what you need to do. If you keep putting it off, you'll just end up getting there at closing time, you Johnny-come-lately. You giggle a little bit through the Valium induced fog. This seems like a fantastic idea. But there are still monsters outside, and whilst the metal sheet seperating you and them doesn't sound like it's coming under attack, surely it will soon. You run to the sports aisle and grab a baseball bat, dropping your waterbottle. You were the best home run hitter on your team, back in your high school days. You're sure you can score a few... 'home runs' with this little darling. And by 'home runs' you mean 'cave in the skulls of the commutrist invaders' as they so clearly are. You should probably think of a name for it. Okay, now, to the bank. There are many, many ways out of the supermarket but all are blocked thanks to the panic button your boss hit. Hm.
What do you do?
Wearing:
Cashier's Apron
Sensible shirt
Stained but still sensible pants
Sensible shoes
Inventory:
Wallet ($50)
Wrist Watch (8:35)
Valium (too much)
Scum
Sock ($1000)
Wielding - Baseball bat (both hands) (proficient)
Mental state:
Having a little trouble thinking clearly... ha ha, man, home run, that was hilarious, I really should write this down