"All right, lady, you have half a minute. Fork 'em over. Now."
The woman behind the counter of the convenience store trembled. She had never been the victim of a robbery before. Especially not one like this.
"Hurry up! I haven't got all day!"
The woman looked up at the robber, a tall blond man who could probably snap her in half like a toothpick. She could tell he was getting impatient: he kept switching his gun from hand to hand and tapping his foot.
I don't get paid nearly enough for this, she thought.
Slowly, doing her best not to make any sudden movements, she reached under the counter and pulled out an economy-sized tub of chocolate chip cookies.
"Whoo hoo!" The man immediately dropped his gun, attacked the cookies, and ran out the door. A moment later, another stranger with long white hair walked casually into the store. He flipped the cashier a few dollars, said, "Sorry about the inconvenience," and strolled back out, calling, "Okay Marik, you won the bet. Now give me a damn cookie!"