Johan stood in this lone shop; a foot taller than the feeble store owner. His presence intimidating, and the store owner sweating out of uncontrollable nervous fear. Johan was about to talk, waiting politely for the silence to let him speak, “I would like this.” pointing to the single, pink shoe, too large for any human to fit their foot, but perhaps just small enough to fit on a coffee table.

“$30” the shopkeep squeaked out. The shoe was only worth maybe $5, but you had to highball these things. And to his surprise, the man paid it in full. He pulled the heavy wallet out of his pocket with large, smooth motions, and slowly and carefully pulled out all the money in his wallet, making exactly $30.

Something was wrong, surely, the feeble old man thought, now suspicious of this heavy man, but Johan walked out without another word, hands full of his new prized possession.