As I pushed the cart towards an old lady, I wondered wistfully why they never announced a cleanup in Isle 4 in real life. It needed it.
Slowly, I maneuvered the cart in front of the elderly dear, and let go. It glided into the display of miracle penis enlargement spray, blocking her in. Shoving another cart full of watermelons in behind her, I made a run for it.
I made it to the tills and managed to buy a tub of anal lube and a cucumber before security caught me. The police were called, my wrists were slapped, and the cucumber was confiscated.