You were at a gas station, about 4 in the morning. You and some guy were eyeing the last bag of spicy chips on the shelf. He was a 5'0 guy, jet black hair, pretty thin body, he also kinda smelled like weed and cigarettes. He had long eyelashes and stare into your soul green eyes. A couple seconds later, he started to speak.

"Hey, man.. I just wanna get a beer, and this bag of chips so I can head home to my cat. So if you'd please let me have the chips, that'd be great."

he said in a tired tone, trying to be polite.