"My name is Detective J Douglas. Put down the weapon, son. You don't need to complicate matters further." The detective says this as he reaches behind his back and pulling out a gun that had been concealed. He aims it at you. "Are you ready to come with me?"

Shoot him in the head before he gets the chance to do anything.

You lift hte gun. You're calm adn collected as you aim it at his head. You pull the trigger but all you hear is a faint click! Nothing comes out. The gun was unloaded.

Throw the gun at his face and run for your life.

Realize that you can't run away forever. Break down and begin sobbing uncontrollably, feigning insanity. Cry out that you "just wanted to find Reese's treasure." Begin reciting the mantra "I'm sorry, darling. I have failed you..." but do not admit to committing any crime (except "My only crime was loving Reese too much *sob*").

Don't do any of this. Pan is tougher than that.

Do this instead. Except don't throw the gun, just run because you'll probably need the gun later to hit someone over the back of the head with.

You think about throwing the gun at him but instead decide to throw it into your pocket. You scramble to your feet and run away from the man towards the shopping mall. You hear him yelling but don't think to stop. You are in the middle of the mall's food court before you allow yourself to stop for a second to catch your breath. You appear to have lost Detective Douglas, but you are still wearing blood stained clothes as the gratuitous amount of stares from food court patrons reminds you.

Take the gun out, hold it in the air, and yell "THIS IS A ROBBERY, EVERYONE GET THE FUCK ON THE FLOOR!"

Then strip off all your blood stained clothes, go to the nearest clothes store (which happens to be womenswear) and pick out a nice purple floral dress to wear: the detective will be looking for a boy in blood stained clothes, not a women in a purple floral dress - the perfect disguise!

Or, perhaps, in a less stupid attempt to make a bad situation worse (armed robbery probably being a bit more attention than is needed at this point), you instead consider just going to a store and getting some new clothes. A restroom would probably be the best place to change.

After changing clothing based on some combinations of the above posts, stop and buy an orange julius. Those things are delicious.

You walk into the first store you find: a woman's grunge boutique under operation by some bored looking teenage girl, too busy filing her nails at first to notice you. You grab a few of their selection of $100 torn up jeans and try them on, but none of them fit. After giving up on trying to understand women pant sizes you settle on a long black khaki skirt and a snap up tshirt. You throw away your blood soaked clothes and order an orange julius, because those things are fucking delicious.

Sneak out of the store so we don't have to pay for the clothes, then remove the tags and stuff.

Do a little dance, then make a little love.

No no that's the wrong order. Remove the tags FIRST :[

You start to dance around the food court, looking for a woman (or man) willing to make love to you. Everyone backs away. In fact, some people appear to be calling the police. Mall security is watching from the sidelines but isn't reacting yet.

Flip the bird on the mall security. You don't take orders from anyone!

What the fuck are you talking about?

You spin and twirl and dance in a circle, all the while flipping off everyone staring at or taping you.

Quit spamming, CAFG.

Get on the floor, walk the dinosaur.