To fob a customer with a mop wasn’t the easiest task, but he’d done it. He prided himself on having ‘a store that sells everything’, but when a customer came asking for a wig, he found himself having no choice but to break one of his old, grey mops, cover it with powder and attempt to sell it at a discount.

_"What’s this? “The customer asked, a hint of rage behind his voice.”

Yes, there always was a secret behind his remarkable sale tactics. It’s one that made his neighbours wary of him, yet one that he managed to keep from spreading throughout the towns and cities. It’s one that had served him long in life, and let him make any sale.

“You’d better watch your back, because this is a sham, and I am not buying this-”

At the snap of his fingers, what seemed like 20 burly men dressed in tuxedos and brandishing M1911 pistols came rushing out the back of the shop, guns cocked and pointed at the customer.

“So, sir, will that be deal or no deal?” The shopkeeper asked, smiling politely.