Gary walked down the street miserably. After paying for the damages his last encounter with Viper had caused, he had lost all of his money and had subsequently been kicked out of his apartment. All he had left were the clothes on his back and 50 cents. He spotted the general store across the street. He had never thought about it before, but his gift for speed would make him an excellent shoplifter. But this was the first time he had ever thought about committing a proper crime. He looked around for cops and saw none. Would it matter if he stole one packet of chips?