Your scratch-off ticket held promise but, ultimately, the lottery corporation has once again failed to provide you your well-earned early retirement. This is the third time in as many minutes you’ve had a losing ticket, and they were all connected- literally.You begin to suspect a conspiracy.
“This goes all the way to the top!” you exclaim to the cashier who sold you the ticket.
The cashier shrugs.
“Nothing to say, eh? I’ve got ways of making you talk.”
Without hesitation, the cashier produces a shotgun from under the counter. Using the muzzle of the gun, he gestures toward the door. Under protest (extreme, passionate, silent internal protest), you leave the store. Something is rotten in the state of 7-11, and you’re going to sniff it out.