You decide to check the walk-in cooler for a phone. Unsurprisingly, you don't find one, but you do find walls lined with a wide array of domestic and imported malt beverages. While this doesn't exactly solve your problem, it does offer an interesting work-around, so you decide to circumvent the whole process of making rational and reasonable choices and just start drinking instead. By the time the police arrive, you're already wasted. In the ensuing fight (not because they asked you to leave, but because they wouldn't let you bring a twelve-pack along), it takes two officers and five bullets to stop your rampage.