You catch the man's hand as he takes the quarter from the tray. "That's mine," you inform him, taking it from his fingers.
"Like Hell it is!" he replies, giving you a rough push. You stumble into the counter, dropping your precious quarter.
"Damn you, you vile fiend!" you shriek, clawing at the man's face. In return, he pokes at your eyes and pulls your hair. You slap him repeatedly and spit. The cashier finally breaks up the fight by reaching under the counter and pressing a switch. You expect this to trigger an alarm, likely silent, but it does not. Rather, a giant anvil falls from above, crushing you and the other man beneath it.