just say you're a local dude wanting to spread the good word
quickly explain that you were recruited by this kickass breakdancer earlier to distribute these flyers and apologize for the inconvenience
you try to explain that it was just something some random passerby gave you some time ago, and that you're not quite sure on why anyone would assume that just based on the kind of material you pass along to a person in a polite gesture of courtesy, which of course is such a nice thing to do to a...
yeah he's not buying it.
If all else fails, act like you're on fire in a moment of panic.
if what else fails? whatever. you start to flail around wildly, screaming about fires and smokes and arson and all that jazz.
nobody has any idea what you're doing.
beta bot is a bit embarassed from watching you. come on man.
the gun dealer has declared that he is
fed up this this
theatric display, and demands for
someone to pay for these guns.
he then provides a bit of
incentive for someone to pay.
of course, you still have no money.
the other
nefarious ruffian suddenly flinches out and points a gun to the dealer.
