Mac had sneaked, as best as a winded midget with a Colt .45 could sneak, towards the back of the store when he had heard the loud crash which seemed to emanate from the somewhere back there. He was stooped over, hands on his knees as he sucked in air. Finally able to breathe again he stood upright and moved through the double swinging doors with the sign that read "Employees Only." He spun around quickly, holding his gun out pointedly, looking like some secret service agent, only half the size and dressed in his preposterous red crushed velvet "uniform." He still wore the matching, wide brimmed hat with the zebra print band.<br/><br/>Slowly, carefully he moved through the stock room, checking his corners whenever he remembered. Reaching the door that led to the loading dock, he reached up and turned the knob with short, fat fingers. It was then that he heard gunshots ringing out back towards the front of the store. He promptly wobbled back to the double doors and through them. Hearing a second and third shot, he dropped to the floor and scurried into the store's main shopping area. Rounding the end of the aisle, he rolled out and lifted his gun towards Chrystal.<br/><br/><strong>"FREEZE! Drop it, flea bag!"</strong>He suddenly noticed the red 'Shoppin's' apron and lowered his gun somewhat. Glancing to her name tag he furrowed his brow quizzically.<strong>"You work here... Mike? Who the hell is fucking shootin? And what the hell are you doing with all this shit?"</strong>Spotting the bottles of alcohol in her bag, he stepped closer and reached up to grab a .40 of Old English from her bag.<strong>"Gimme that, you stupid bitch. All this shootin and giant fucking monsters and you wanna steal forties of Old English?"</strong>He twisted the bottle cap off and took a long, deep swig, wiping his mouth with the back of his fat little hand when he was finished.<strong>"Now, where did the rest of the crazy whack jobs disappear too? Hmm?"</strong>