I go to the tattoo parlor and get yet another tattoo, but I pay with fake cash. The guy finds out and I make a run for it. He chases me with a knife, the crazy bastard. I run down the street with my jacket flapping behind me, laughing. He lunges for me with the knife and narrowly misses but instead stabs you, a bystander. It grazes your side, not enough to cause damage but enough to make you bleed and tear your shirt a little. I turn around and punch the guy in the jaw, knocking him out.