"That store over there," GOB said, pointing randomly at some building. He had no clue what kind of business was there. "Because it's crap. Got this as a gift from my girlfriend. She's an idiot, I dumped her. If you want a good watch, I've got what you need." He opened up his jacket and showed his watch selection.
GOB breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that he at least wouldn't be seeing his parents having sex through a window this time. "Come on! I wasn't even selling anything! I just have a lot of watches! I would have loaned you one!"
GOB paused. He had absolutely no explanation for why his hands would be covered in grease paint. And when there was absolutely no lie to tell, you should probably tell the truth in as vague terms as possible. "Yes?" he said confidently.
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The man looked at the watch with mock appreciation. "Niiiiiice. Where would that be?"
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"And you're under arrest buddy," the man said while flashing a detectives badge and pushing GOB up against the wall.
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The man started frisking GOB down until he noticed something on GOB's hands.
"Is this grease paint? The kinds mimes wear?"
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"You wouldn't happen to be the guy who mugged a sullen mime who probably broke the heart of a sweet and innocent girl?"
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The man faltered for a second and let GOB go.
"All right! I'm letting you off easy this time because you did the city a public service. But if I see you down here again..."
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GOB had a strange suspicion that he knew this guy from somewhere else, though. He could have sworn this guy had a big name or something.