Shredding the papers and scattering them to the wind, you declare, "You dishonor me, sir!" and punch the suited fellow in the face. Your weak punch slowly slides accross his cheek, doing no damage at all. You punch him again with similar effect. Stupid dream fists!
It's about this time that half a dozen armed police officers show up, surrounding you with weapons drawn. "Freeze, scumbag!" one of them shouts at you. "You'll never litter in this town again!"