Tuesday's Hypothetical Question

The local Hobo-Core crowd catch wind that you are employed at a bakery and confront you after work as you leave with a day old loaf of cracked wheat under your arm. The intentionally unprimped bedraggled gaggle of bum-esque scenesters threaten you with bodily harm unless you surrender the bread (which you know will be used to filter Lysol through; the 'extract' a popular inebriant amongst this particular Music/Fashionista collective).

What do you do?


Run!
Surely they cannot keep pace with you in their toeless shoes and low-slung pants-nee-rain-barrels!


Surrender the loaf!
Bindlesticks can double as effective flails (if their respective kerchiefs are pre-ladened with rocks, a brick, or three or four old shoes) and no day-old is worth the potential contusions and/or head injuries.


Negotiate!
Demand the title of KING of their Clan for all the free day-old loaves they could ever need for their nefarious mouthwash distillings.


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