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Flee from the manager, who belives you to be some sort of pervert.
"You'll never take me alive, manager!" you scream. Then you flee from the commercial establishment, running into the night like there is no tomorrow.
Unfortunately for you, there is no tomorrow. For at the very moment of your fleeing the commercial establishment, the turtle that the earth rests upon the back of decided to swim into the sun. your death is painful, but no more or less then the death of anybody else. You respawn as one of the space Huns under space Atilla. You and your fellow space mongolian raiders storm across space to invade an conquor space Asia. In space.