Shank A Bitch 3 Day Six: The Handsman Cometh (10/71 Alive)

Detective Carl Garland, currently suffering from the world's worst hangover, stumbles into the Handsman Supermarket. He wasn't looking good; his eyes were glazed over, his semi-rotten skin slick with sweat, his hair a tangled mess. His once cool looking stubble had through lack of maintenance become the beginnings of a shitty beard, and was encrusted with drink spit and flecks of vomit. It was only the fact that he was moving with such purpose that gave the Handsman Staff pause in whether or not to remove him from the premises.

Using a shopping trolley for support he careened from aisle to aisle, smashing through elaborate displays not on purpose but simply because he was lacking the necessary reaction time to dodge them. He grabbed a portable power supply, a tray of tools, a Vista Paolo flag and a music CD by an artist he didn't recognise.

Aware of the less than friendly looks he was getting from the thicket of Handsman Security Guards that were now following him through the store he hurried to the till, dumped the entire contents of his wallet out as payment and fled the premises.