When suddenly, a stunning young woman rounds the corner and collides with you at full tilt! She is immediately followed by two sinister men in powder blue uniforms.
"Give us the briefcase!" the shorter one growls.
"Never!" you respond instantly, "I'll die first!"
"I wasn't talking to you," the tall one replies, confused. "You don't even have a briefcase."
And he's right of course; the only thing in your hands is a dull gray spray can with some Cyrillic scrawl and the rough translation:
"I do now!" you reply, snatching the briefcase from the fallen girl and sprinting off into what looks a lot like a swirly, color-inverted version of France, but with brilliant blue worms instead of people.
Man, reality is always pulling this switcheroo bullshit on you. You make a note to file a complaint someday.