[[At the Cellular Hut Ian talks to a salesman.] Ian: I've heard a lot about contracts taxes, fees... I was hoping to just skip the whole rigamarole. Salesman: Sure, we can do that. [[Salesman holds out a cell phone.]] Salesman: Look, something shiny! Ian: Ooo, shiny! [[Salesman punches Ian in the gut.]] Ian: <<HOOOF!>> Damage: Critical! -9999 [[Ian is off the panel, presumably curled up on the ground. The Salesman is looking through Ian's wallet.]] Ian: Perfect. Salesman: Think you'll be down long enough for me to clean out your bank cards?
